Rush

I used to run for things sometimes,
Feet dancing between the pavement squares,
Laces in their tarantella,
My ever late maze spun unaware,
And later when I return,
I trip on the cobwebs I left there.

I used to run for things sometimes,
Hands hurling hold on hold on,
Anything in the interim breeze,
Superhuman speed I called on,
Now in retrospect too slow,
The hasty hope I stalled on.

I used to run for things sometimes,
Heart hammers the pattern into my skull,
Mind remembers it until it's time,
Or maybe not time, but eyes too full,
And I fall behind my running self,
Pushed back by the pull,
Of your name,
On my feet,
On my hands,
In my heart,
On my mind,
See it in my breath,
In the cold, cold air.