Old Jeans, New Jeans
We traveled from up north and downstate,
met in the middle of the mitten
for family time at an indoor waterpark.
Then, after showers and pizza
(cheese, veggie, and meat supreme),
we cut shoe patterns
out of old jeans
in our hotel room
to give some soles some hope.
The grandgirl grimaced at the video
of skinny Ugandan children with jiggers.
The next day she bought a pair of Nikes
for 82 dollars
and a new pair of jeans
in a skinny cut.
Cutting out shoes for Sole Hope . . .
at a hotel in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan
and at a High Calling retreat at Laity Lodge in Texas
In the stillness,
Showing up to Tweetspeak Poetry with a little poetry and photography jeans
to close out National Poetry Month.