yesterday ran into nighttime quickly and with much haste

and when my shoes came of, my feet were red as sunsets in New Mexico

and the nails, jagged and crooked like a water-beaten cliff edge

and the toes were hunched and subdued like warriors turned old by actions

and the veins portruded forward from the flesh as trying to escape

and the socks, blood-soaked

and the shoes, torn and tattered

and now they go back on

for today is a beautiful day

just as yesterday and tomorrow

because

like the Warrior

and the Mountain

and the Sky

I 

stand 

here 

still.