Wooden Floor

It felt alive
The grounds that touched me
Sliding under my feet
Lifting every step

Its lines
Circled my body
Found the knots
The cracks
The sinews

Its squares
Taught me of maps,
Infinite paths
To exist…
Of stories,
Infinite drawings
To tell…

And so,
It came into my heart
The wooden floor,
With the soul of a tree
And she,
Whispered
The many tales
Of all whom
Their walk
She had witnessed.

Those whom
She lifted
Who grasped
Ever with such longing
To life
Even though
They were torn
Between
Two worlds.

Those to whom
She showed
How her nature
Survives
Still nurtures
Albeit
In a form
She never thought of.

As I sat
Listening to her wisdom
Pouring through me
Peace was left on my cheek
A kiss
From the sun’s ray
Mirrored
By this abiding
Surface.

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Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.