Thongs are leftover footsoles.
They are a part of their owners,
More human and personal
Than shirts or underpants.
Though put aside for the moment
They give notice of feet returning,
A continuing presence.
Thongs have character –
Toemarks in gentle indentations
More certain than fingerprints,
And the pressure of heels.
Thongs serve endlessly
In bathroom and kitchen,
Backyard, laundry, and the newspaper shop
On Sunday morning.
Thongs leap about on beaches
Or lie discarded in the sand,
Dog-bitten and strap-ruptured
Among the happy people.
Thongs know the feel fo the ground;
They are like people’s footprints left lying around.
Source: A second Australian Poetry Book compiled by Barbara Giles (Oxford University Press, 1983)