I want to refract more light,

shine it out and

bounce it

around.

Fingertips

graze a basketball and feel the

bumps

as it springs back.

Running,

curved palm catches the ball,

and everything happens at once, the rubber and the squeak and the drip dribble loose wrist strong arm ballet of motion, sweat flinging out,

that is what I want to do–

unlock memories, the little red wagon,

or the smell of peonies,

and cause someone to

cry in the car

in recognition of

who

they actually

are.