My rubber legs push down
they stop and wobble fitfully
then past a point sure and strong
Only to become rubber again
I yo-yo and flit along unsteady
As a gust of wind may flap a flag
for a moment then lay limp
I can do better, I push again
Yo-yo along on rubber legs
Maybe the next day, I try
to fool myself thinking.
It will take a hard pull to break
the yo yo string of rubber flesh.
A sustained pull and push past
normal habits, routines, and 10 mile
sprints twice a week. But Spring is
up ahead and I will chase it down
And time will not be measured
In frost bitten hands or feet.
But in that fleeting pace forgetting
the yo yo legs, and ups and downs
Of speed instead of elevations.
The hills will beckon the legs
And the legs will level the road
Soon, very soon after yo-yos
and I’ll change rubber to rod.
And power metaphors will
Then circle about.