Not Your Socks

Knock! Knock!  What’s in stock?

Herd’em in and shear the flock.  

Everyone knits, so don’t act shocked.  

Over, under, tick then tock.

Don’t pick’em up

or your freedom is mock.  

The door is open. There is no lock.  

Does not matter what says the clock.

Everything’s changing, even the rocks.  

Should I buy a garden

or an automatic Glock?

Should I walk my own talk

or follow the flock?

If they tug on your hem,

take off your frock.

Step boldly over

when your way is blocked. 

You might have to swerve,

the highway is pocked, 

but you don’t have to get them.  

They are not your socks. 

Poem and Photo copyright by Mar Startari

So often, we take on the responsibilities of others. The socks represent those things we take on that somebody else should own.