Looking Down

My sneakers glide gently above the ground,
Beneath a sad and silentswing,
Beneath a sky from which Persephone was stolen.
Back and forth, backand forth,
Like the ebb and flow of tide.
Up and down, Up and down,
Butultimately down.
They are my constant companions,
Breathing out a deep sighwhen I put them on,
Bearing their trouble and mine to the world,
And whenthe day is done they squeak as I walk in out of the rain.