Poetry and poësie

Thinking on your feet

At the sound of the gun
his left leg lifted
from the block,
his right leg straightened
to propel him forward.

His left leg lowered,
placing the ball of his foot
on the astroturf.

His right leg lifted,
shifting his mass
to his left food.

A thought was expanding
like a rolling cloud
in his mind.

He was keeping pace
with his thoughts.