Gravity seems to pull less,
and feet drift above asphalt.
The street flows far beneath
my invisible sneakers.
I have no hulking form,
no limitations
in this murky evening air.
Cracks in the sidewalk
try to slow my pace.
Houselights briefly catch
my racing legs
in a patchwork of illumination.
that soon dissolves
as I fly away in the dark.
Yes, morning will unspool its wire
and tether my limbs to trundle
—a marionette, block heavy,
but now I have cut the ties.
The unseen windy branches sway
with sleeping sparrows,
and the spinning earth
cannot hold me in place.
This is truly a remarkable poem. I was a competitive runner in high school and college, so I feel what the poet is saying.
These words are so beautiful:
“Yes, morning will unspool its wire
and tether my limbs to trundle
—a marionette, block heavy,
but now I have cut the ties.
The unseen windy branches sway
with sleeping sparrows,
and the spinning earth
cannot hold me in place.”
Sona, thank you for your comments. For someone to feel what I experienced is the reason I write. I am glad that it resonated in the way it was meant to.