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.