They are a part of me
Attached but free
Hair absent
Or spiky to touch
Long and tickled in the breeze
Grown strong
Absorbing the shock
And delicious glide
Of roller skating
polyurethane on wood
Propelling forward for miles
Hours along bike trails
Passing trees, City streets
Steel, glass, concrete
For dancing in the street
sprinklers or rain
Joyous in themselves
Nervous in another’s direction
Impatient at bus stops
Pitching side to side
Held back from running
Or brisk sidewalk walking
Plunging into water
For an instant refresh
Exploring depths
Or leisurely surface floating
Running for sport
Or safety
A game of tag
Or racing home
to an escape
Slipping into cool clean sheets
The anticipation
Of a lover’s admiring caress
The ache of effort
Feel of solid ground
The tremble of fear or cold
They crackle and groan with time
I love them
For they are me
Attached but free
Drinkers with Writing Problems 
You are a brilliant writer….thank you for this treat…I needed it today!
And I needed those kind words! Thank you!
Good one . . . remembering our body parts and loving them.
Thanks, sis!
I am sitting in that exact position and reading this ! loved it .
It’s a very relaxing position! This was taken in Oakland on a summer morning amid fragrant lemon trees.
This post made me think of running, and that delicious burn that would infest my thighs (mostly because I never train enough, but still…)
Feel the burn! 🙂
Reminds me of my marathon training days, good stuff. “The ache of effort” speaks volumes to those days.