Northern State of Mind

Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.
Nothing to hold it to my foot.
How shall I walk?
            Barefoot?
The sharp stones, the dirt.  I would hobble...
And-
Where was I going?
Where was I going I can't go to now,
unless hurting?
Where am I standing,
if I'm to stand still now?


(The Broken Sandal, Denis Levertov 1968-1972)