Traveling Shoes

I’ve put a lot of miles on these shoes
and they show it.
I’ve crossed deserts,
climbed mountains,
slogged through rainforests,
mostly in the dark,
when I couldn’t see
where I was headed.
I even swam in oceans.
flew in clear, cold winds
in these shoes,
with their custom arches,
cantilevered heels
to protect against missteps and downfalls.
Somehow I went a distance
I needed to go,
found some things I was looking for
without knowing why.
When I put them on
or take them off,
I see how far I’ve come
in these traveling shoes,
but only traces
of where I’ve been,
shadowed hints
of where I’ve yet to go.

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