Yearning

When I was seventeen, I was fleet and light
Moving across the grass like a sinewy tiger
Searching my prey, whatever it might be
Hostility becoming strange beauty
Through the prism of a sunny day,
Evincing no wisdom, perhaps,
But the impression of truth
Like jeweled colors reflected on the floor.

But the years and detrius of living
Soon weighed me down and I await
Some calling, some scent in the wind
On the briefest scintilla of a moment
To catch my eye again
To send me bounding across the green
To feel the burn of effort in my limbs
And recreate the life force which blew
Like a hurricane across the Gulf coast
Through my heart at seventeen.