Mireille Astore

A Foot

 

In the morning

as I walk past the old people’s home

I look at the row of windows

and see my reflection

again and again.

Every two steps

it appears

then disappears.

 

One day

one of the windows was open

An old foot on white sheets appeared

A calm foot

It was shiny and pale.

 

In the morning

as I walk the old people’s home

an old foot chases my steps

watching me

wear out my shoes.

©Mireille Eid