to keep one's feet on the ground.
So to speak.
They promise autumnal promenades over leaves and rocks,
and toe holds on a future sound,
when snows will squeak.
The game's afoot with emotions, as the seasons and the clocks
in their filial round,
Til the day our labeled toes point like compass stars, in dry docks
for our lost and found
ralph patrick mackay
september 9, 2011.