"Jump!"

It's not so strange to a six year old.
My feet, they speak to me all the time.

Right now they're telling me that this floor;
topped as it is, with sesame, pumpkin and
some other seed, sunflower, raisins and, what is it?..
Oh right, sugar, needs a sweep.

They tell me all sorts of things, 
and they're loud
when they're not happy -

  What do you mean, not happy?
  What? O2? Air?
  More air, but how?

They don't know the answer to that.
Being feet only. Erm?

She laughs out loud, and right-away
starts a dialog with her feet,
jumping around the kitchen like a frog.


Cor, July 2000