They ask me

“Why do you
 ride your bike barefoot?”

as i 

fly  

over holy ground,

and pedal

like a melon seed sprouting wild 

in barefoot fields,

like watermelon dew-drops

scented breezes 

blow through my toes

 as I

fly by

these curious folks 

with questioning eyes

who climb 

flimsy steps

in clumsy,

poor fitting 

shoes 

and I wonder 

why

they ask me questions

instead of

…..flying like meadow flowers

on breezes