between my feet

BETWEEN MY FEET

December 12, 2025

Sometimes he walks out ahead like he knows where we’re going.
Sometimes he hangs back and lets me decide the route.

And sometimes he does this.

He tucks himself between my legs on the sidewalk,
like my body is the safest corridor in the neighborhood.

There is grass on one side.
There is concrete on the other.
There are edges everywhere.
Little edges that turn into big problems fast.

So I try to keep the walks simple.
Sidewalk only.
No steps.
No driveways.

Not to stifle him.
To teach his body the safe line while the stakes are still small.

People think protection is loud.
Warnings. Lectures. Fear.

Most days it is just positioning.
Quiet coverage.
A moving boundary that lets him feel free inside it.

I let him lead.

I just make sure nothing can cut him off.