TO FLY - BUT FOR A SECOND

Running at a brisk
But by no means fast pace
My legs carry me forward
Rather than following a route or trail
I choose to run West, as far as I can before I lose my wind.

Upon reaching the curb of a 3-way stop,
Feeling adventurous I spring into the air
And suddenly, time halts.

For a moment
For an instance
The rhythmic pulse of rubber
On concrete is silenced.

I am suspended
Superimposed
Above the ground.

My shadow is still
A momentary tableaux
And for that second I am free.

Until I land
And continue on my way