shoes you slip

The shoes you slip on everyday, what if
all the hard and sharp parts, the points
to bite and pinch and sometimes punch
blood with each pressing step, could be
made slick, firm inside, and even
and smooth? As hard slick and smooth
as the soles have become.

The shoes you slip in
everyday, what if
you did not have to constantly
catch yourself? On some upstanding
surface, or object
or person
where sometimes none was, so
you slipped and you fell?
What if you'd step sound
as the grounds themselves
that supported and gave
indications of ways, of paths
to trod sure as hardwood floors? Oh,

I cannot judge you. I could not walk
a mile,
I would not last a day
in those shoes of yours.