Little feet

Someday I'll jump through puddles,
take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I'll walk across the street
or maybe walk in space. 
Someday I'll scale a mountain

or I'll join a ballet corps.

Someday I'll walk a tightrope

or explore the ocean floor.

Someday these feet will do some things

that only heaven knows,

but for today they're happy, 
just to wiggle all their little toes

Snowdrops

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world. 

(Louise Gluck)