Nervous and ungainly—the small boy
nevertheless liked to imagine
himself—a natural
born runner.
Running up
and running back down
again—faster
and faster—all to get better
and better,
so he thought
at being superior
at running faster.
Until—one day he
realized he'd made such unprecedented
strides
in that department,
that he could no longer
detect any
notable difference—between
those instances
when each of
his two feet
struck earth
and the ones
in between
when they didn't;
and all this, of course
began—
to make the little man quite nervous
all over-
again
that his keel had become so perfectly
even—
as to be boring.
