For a split second
I believe in the glimpse of my past self
with muscles swelling
to the pounding of pavement,
comfort in my skin
and breath flowing freely.

I snap back to a present
stamped “Handle with care”
for the feet that stumble stay fragile.

Maybe this glimpse
is a vision of the future,
the possibility of granting
of a year’s worth of wishes.
“Patience is a virtue,”
I’ve always heard.
Give me the sanity to see through.