Barefoot Boy

• Alia Huberman, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Barefoot Boy
Ghosts in your stride
Gods in your dreams 
Silver in your voice and gold in your eyes

Barefoot Boy
Left me here
Gone and going
Open and closing
Sad to be, sad to go
Where are you, Barefoot Boy? 

Everyone has come, and
Everyone has left; 
Only you, the Boy with no shoes, 
the Boy with too much heart - 
You didn't walk at all. 

Never coming, never going, 
Too much heart but not much else. 
We lived, the rest of us, and breathed 
Life. But you.
Shoeless Boy. 
Runaway Boy. 
Deep and dark, yet pale and thin. 
Can't see a thing in your eyes. 
Those soulless, golden eyes. 

Maybe, Barefoot Boy, 
If we turned you topside down, 
and looked through your feet, 
we could see who you are. 

____________ Boy.