barefoot and purgatory.

Newport was the destination.
We packed our lunch and headed out -
Windows down with the AC blasting.
Sharing cigarettes and laughter.

As the motor whirled to a slight halt
"PURGATORY" I shouted.
He looked over, with his baseball hat
pointing straight at me and said
"You said that was the FIRST place you
wanted to take me"
And with a smile he shifted gears
turning our Ford Escort in that direction.

When we arrived the park was packed
little people and their parents wandering...
We took a leap and walked down the Chasm
"Why aren't we wearing sneakers" He asked -
And I just kept on walking.

Barefoot.

As we met with strangers climbing the same path
we took small routes and climbed up cliffs
And looked down overboard.

The sun was hot and the air was thick-
Humid to the point where you can see it
As we hiked through the Chasm
He could hardly believe it.

Jagged rocky cliffs that reach higher than the sky
And even if they really don't
it sure does seem it passing by.
Fresh water springs that run below
with mud that wants to trap you
And trees that drop colored leafs
every step or two.

We ventured to the river
the rocks were covered in moss
and tiny fogs hopped, hopped along
as if to show us their journey
and giving us a message.

We continued walking down by the river
and sat in a crystal clear pool of water
Icey coldness that wants to sting your feet
but instead you find it refreshing.

Two by two we hiked that path
getting lost along the way
Sweat pouring down our hearts
but we knew no other way.
We followed the blue dots.

Alls we had was eachother
one foot bare and one foot not
And what we really climbed that day
Was the irony in what purgatory had really taught us...

Barefoot.