Fleet Footed

Going, and moving, 

And stepping, and accelerating,

And running, and feeling

The breath catch 

As the feet slam 

Sole to Pavement

Heat on rubber

Like being thrust onto coals

Stopping would only burn the

Soles up

Going, and moving,

And going, and

The white-hotness

Dueling in the chest

Breathe in and feel

Breathe out and scramble 

To bite the air

To catch it

To pull it down

To feel that burning in and out

Never stopping

Not allowing the soles 

To be consumed

By flame 

Or rest

Where do the feet 

Take the body

Does the mind care

Does it pay attention

They ache,

The mind aches

Moving,

Moving,

Moving,

And Going Where?