His fingers frolicked
not scraping, grinding ’gain ’gainst gravel, frost, but free
grasping, clasping
locking a purchase by which were four limbs propelled
this time with no doubt
no
no spectre thought so high!
And rustling, tightening, the hairs…
Why
’was but sudden, inspired locomotion!
When the grasp came, then
came past skin
’twixt heart and lungs, esophagus
such was it that underneath he scampered, scattered
scrambled the day down whole.
But ’twas not so far gone, no
not as yet
and churning beneath
and pulsing above
moved more imminent victories.