How delicious it is to sometimes forget

the only thing organic in this park is the people
​who ricochet off

concrete
stairs
ramps
walls
footbridges

they have
​cargo shorts
baggy jeans
a single dreadlock
a mop of curls
a lightning bolt shaved into the hedges that surround an ear
a t-shirt with someone else's name on it
no shirt
glistening nipples
a pitbull with no leash

they leap

fling themselves from metal poles

graze the ground

propel off a bike rack

hit the wall

climb it like stairs

and for a moment
with the magnolia taste of the air in your nose
​you think you could too

you forget and remember all at once
how it felt letting your heart be the first to clear that first big drop on the roller coaster
how you straightened up your cramped neck as you rolled to a stop
how your feet once knew how to ride the down escalator
how it was to be in love with movement ​and unafraid