dodecahedron

what?
surf through the meadows
on heels lit by anything
resembling lightning?
not the style I take to this obstacle

I won’t, shall I say, take delight
in the physical challenge of life.

I will, shall I say, take enjoyment
in the smallest forms of humour or story.

I like the fat lady who breathes heavily
riding on the bus.
I like the aboriginal kid who wears a hoodie
and a thick coat
yet feels cold from the stares of racism
that surround him.
I like the goofy man who suffers from one
too many mental illnesses
who I have the fortune of encountering twice.

but surf? but skate?
but do anything involving movement of these muscles?

well, don’t use such a strict definition.
my doctor would tell me the most powerful one
is here in my chest.
it pounds with excitement at the human elements
we find ourselves surrounded with on a good gloomy day.

I wouldn’t mind a few meanderings through those
wooded areas
with their baby deer and mice and a few butterflies
I aspire to find that level of comfort and nourishment.
even in the city,
there is likely a similar sense of naturalism.

but it won’t be sufficient for the physical
to be wandering alone.
I see a friendship that needs to evolve.

I have enough sides to make a dodecahedron…
so why not have a bond between the forces
to make it all spark an impact?