Early Morning, as I Run Through My Neighborhood

ignoring the sluggish glide the bellies
of clouds make as they travel
through the haze, and missing
the glistening grass on either
side of me, I'm almost leaving behind
the bones that move me.
 
Before I broke out into a sprint,
I'd stood in the shadows of my driveway,
letting hope cool
the burn in my stretching muscles;
as I'd grabbed my toes with one hand,
tempting gravity to balance me as
swaying wind echoed down to the worms
in their holes.
 
Now, music notes from my headphones
mimic the beat of my Nikes.
My mind is picking up the blurred
pictures of sidewalk, keeping watch
for brown twigs and their miniature
worlds that house
weary working ants.
 
But me, I am lifted, almost a whisper,
as my heart tries to beat me home.