FOOTPRINTS

I only seem to notice them in the snow
or on the evening beach, or on the moon,
or in poems and prayers about footprints.

I never seem to notice footprints
on the paths of my own stories,
in my hurts or in my all alones.

I forget to ask a friend if they ever walked
down this feeling – this beach – this path
this other side of the moon where I am right now.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009