Walking Barefoot in April

Venus beckons me from the twilight sky
but I am firmly rooted in my planet.
My bare feet squish through soggy soil
on my evening walk after a soaking rain.

The clouds reach down to caress
my hair with a misty breeze
but they cannot elevate me
to their layer of heaven.

No, I am of the Earth, born and raised,
and despite shoes and socks,
basements and bamboo floors,
I am still connected to my home.

(For today’s prompt, write a touch poem.)