The sound of feet

The sound of feet beckons me,

But throws me forward all the same.

Smelling things I cannot see,

Dreading the coming rain.

As panthera is to it’s prey,

I am to my form.

Voices guiding my way,

Although I’m gladly forlorn.

Distraction is a simple treat,

My imagination supple.

I recognize them as we meet,

Finding comfort in our bubble.

Tears and sweat create my sea,

But still the sound of feet beckons me.