A door swings open, exposing nature's ingredients
a strong gush of wind is blown into a mess of hair
piled up into a ponytail on top of a head.
Two feet step swiftly down cemented stairs
and, reaching the bottom,
bounce into a monotonous rhythmic step.
The steps grow quicker, closer together,
moving gracefully, pounding on the cold, rocky pavement.
Tall towers of green, little figures full of laughter
are left behind in the dust of the quickening feet.
A corner is turned, the winds change directions
The feet move faster, the steps pound harder.
A sharp pain arises in the stomach,
muscles threaten to retire as they stretch further.
A bead of sweat, very sticky, trickles down a cheek.
Tremendous heat and fatigue threaten to overtake the body.
The wind slowly dies away, the steps grow softer, slower, heavier.
Feet drag slowly across cement.
Five steps to climb, muscles writhe in agony.
A door swings open, and satisfaction in accomplished.
written February 1993