CREECH, Sharon (S.C. RIGG)


Footfalls

Thump-thump, thump-thump

bare feet hitting the grass

as I run run run

in the air and like the air

weaving through the trees

skimming over the ground

touching down

thump-thump, thump-thump

here and there

there and here

in the soft damp grass

thump-thump, thump-thump

knowing I could fly fly fly

but letting my feet

thump-thump, thump-thump

touch the earth

at least for now. . .


The Apple