When I go outside,
the first notable thing
is the smell:
the dirt and sand mesh nicely.
The second thing
is my shoes,
lusting for traction
as I traipse through the hundred-acre
woods.
The third thing
is the lack of control
no matter how I dress
or prepare myself.
The fourth thing
is my feet
rubber on the billion flecks of sand
nature fused together.
The fifth thing
is the ever-present fear
things could seriously fall apart
and that’d be it.
The sixth thing
is how my mind drifts
with no place to be
without trying.
And the final thing-
standing above my peers
and even myself
on a good day.
