I cringe to take my shoes off at the door

For fondness of the places they have gone;

I want to keep their good vibrations “on”

And track their magic all across the floor!

I cringe to take my shoes off at the door.

What are walks and jogs and journeys for,

If not to bring some psychic juju back

To lodgings long gone stifling and slack

With platitudinous attitude and bore?

I cringe to take my shoes off at the door!

Hurray for free exchange of in with out!

—Some grassy newness strewn across the grout

As impetus for sojourns yet in store:

I cringe to take my shoes off at the door!

But whether in or out, let us explore

Footloose in spirit, seeking all that’s best

On earth, in life, in self—that ageless quest

Which moves us further, deeper, evermore

Until, reflected in our being’s core,

We find all, passing through the inner door.