Two Feet Walking

Haiku:

I pick up my foot

The ground moves past, under me

I put my foot down.

Dream-Life Zoomie:

Step 1

The location is a road somewhere. The activity is walking. I am having an encounter with the earth moving under my feet.

Step 2

The road is grey clay, stick, stones, and recently dry. The signs of recent mud remain. Not good farmland, not good playground. An in-between kind of land -- good for getting from one place to another. The kind of road one might suspect was built over the top of a transfer station.

Step 3

I walk, moving across the landscape, making ground as they say. My shoes feel funny, crusted with flaking clay. Playfully, I pickup each foot deliberated with a kind of theatrical flare -- or at least what I suppose a theatrical flare would be. Susie says her mom once went to a play. I've never been to a city that had such a thing.

Looking down at my feet, up and down, up and down... That's weird. I can move over the road. Or, stand still and have the road move under my feet. Weird. Over the road, under my feet. Reminds me of the time Eugene said people get bigger the closer you get.