Feet

My legs get tired
of walking
of standing
of being looked at

My arms get tired
of heavy shopping
of washing windows
of writing love letters

my eyes get tired
of reading
of staring
of looking at you

my days are numbered
in this city
in this job
in our relationship

and soon
my legs will be refreshed
my arms will relax
and my world will spin

but then my legs will tire once more.