Feet

There is a foot in my house that is 40 years old - it is lanky, hard and has a pinky toe that is surprisingly dexterous. 

There is a foot in my house that is 34 years old - it's ligaments are sometimes loose and sometimes tight; it’s not sure how it feels about this. 

There is a foot in my house that is 4 years old - it spends equal amounts of time above it’s head as it does below it. 

There is a foot in my house that is 4 weeks old - it has never been in the ocean, or on the sand. It has never been stubbed, stomped or stabbed by a prickle. It’s skin is pink, soft and lightly scented. Roughly once a day it finds itself on the inside of a half changed nappy. 


There are many ways to mark time: days on a calendar, the sun across the sky, the wrinkles at the corners of your eye. Today time is measured by growing feet and the stories they tell as time flies.