I am in the shoes of a person who is learning to unmind what was never his to mind.
The weather.
Other people’s choices.
The past.
These shoes once tried to carry all of it.
Clouds on their back.
Voices in their pockets.
Yesterday tied to the laces.
It made the walking slow.
Today, the shoes stop for a moment.
Some things are not mine, they say.
The sky belongs to the sky.
Other roads belong to other feet.
Yesterday belongs to time.
So the laces loosen.
And the shoes walk on.