I run across the yard,
My feet pitter-pattering over fallen walnuts
The weight of my thick legs breaking sticks and crushing leaves
Into your door I fly,
My heart still racing head still spinning
I come into the kitchen like a tornado touching down
A few seconds pass,
And then you notice me standing beside you
Slowly you straighten your legs and rise up with great care
Before long, I run home again, my muscles moving in sync together, taking that short distance like it is nothing. I move fast.
Before long, I think about what you said, that you've only got a few more good years left, and then you'll be gone. Time passes quickly.
Before long, these small steps will be laborious, and it will take more energy to stand than it did to run from house to house, from sea to sea. Things change elusively.
Before long, alone in the city, I will wait to hear the pitter-patter of a young man running to me, moving so freely.
Slowly
I will
stand and
realize
I was just
hearing
things
