When she walks around the house barefoot,

it is not on her heels, like other women,

With more than their weight in every step.

Her shoulders are quick, light, and alive,

Her long back lifts her head. And it lifts.

Her bare legs flash, and she - I understand

Something amazing, still something new

After all these years of watching her move.

Barefoot she walks as if on high heels.

And this comes down from her hear, from

The mind's flight. I see it pull her up.

I see why her heels never reach ground.