sand,
filled to the brim with that,
or something else
so liquid
and yet with such
heft

my limbs move slowly
but power grows

they accelerate
move faster and faster
until they are beyond
my control

running,
I’m running and
going and jumping
and going past
all the things that
stopped me
before

then I hit it

the wall,
the boulder,
the object

and I am stopped

it’s not a slowing down
it’s not a loss of will

it’s a full, complete brake
and it leaves me undone

sand,
leaking out of every hole,
slowly building,
growing
into a pile immovable,
unchanging

it takes so much to start
and yet so much more to
start again