Legs and feet finding new ways to move faster

under water

as I learn how to swim, to consistently dream.

My feet Dropping harder onto the pavement and onto the base paths,

darting quicker

between dusty shadows and

the murky runoff.

Where either ends up isn’t important, so long as they are buoyant;

The comparisons,

the lists,

the confidence ,

All of it running wild now,

obscured by blood red stop sign,

and a beating heart.

You can tell I am a fan,

you can tell I am running wild,

even if we’ve seen this episode before.