My Two Feet
My two feet are such a happy couple. The big toes are evenly matched. The little toes often stroke each other and soothe each other, when I am cross, or sitting cross-legged, with my feet on the ottoman. Like all happy couples, my feet are happy in a simple way. Neither one is callous. Neither is waiting for the other shoe to fall. They mirror each other, they each know what the other is doing. They are soul mates.