this was the second Leap in six
he tripped over
he made excuses for the first his
feet
too
sodden mudlike
he couldnt lift them
couldnt articulate
his ankles and knees to how high he had to jumpand by this Leap
hed forgotten his failure at
the last
he may have assumed the interceding years would have made him at ease
but arriving again
again he
couldnt
get up and clear it
he couldnt Leap
maybe he never would his
feet
mired
in wet sand or concrete
denying him
firm footing
denying
him to square them with his shoulders squat deep
and Leap high
suddenly he was fatigued
his brothers humour his odd
laughter rising in his ears echoing in his head didnt help
he thought those memories would have helped lift him
he felt
hobbled
crippled
burdened
his brother was gone
he couldnt give him a hand up
0123, Monday,
29 2. 16
