Desire  by Nancy Schatz Alton

He said, There’s still time.

I held his words.

Where does desire live?

Within my tightly coiled calf muscles.

These legs that ran the playground parameter twice.

One mile, 3pm.

There’s still time.

Another 4^th of July.

One more song on the radio

that lights me up.

If I hold his promise

within my center

I can play the piano with my want

until I’m ready

To run again.