memo

I'm thankful for my legs that run
and the finger that freezes faster than the rest
and the scar on my left knee.

I have a working spine
which Atlases a neck
that cranes
upward
and eyes that read between lines
and register twinkling city lights,
vermilion watercolor clouds
and
dancing deep-river boulders

my fingers respond
and my resolve snaps-to
and my self-sensor
keeps me in check

this is just a reminder,
for knowing's sake.

hop it

I'd've thought you'd run
yet unsure, you stay and tease
a crack underfoot