Arms fold shyly from their span
He bends his knees, as back is crooked forward
Twisting at the waist
And as his feet float rotationally
The fingers flick energetically
His heels alone leave the ground
Forearms revolve each other as they slowly rise
Back and forth rhythmically
Eyelids split as his face sheds its stone emotionlessness
It is almost surprising to find joy upon that morning
When his neck pivots as a foot glides forward
His back slowly straightening before it begins to arch
And his hands reach for the ground behind him
In a stretch releasing from a dream
Then his body collapses before the tips of his fingers reach their goal
And palms hit hard before his neck lands between his wrists
Just as his heels pressed between his buttocks
Then falling sideways to reach again
As his legs drag behind
To stretch as he rolls to his right
Then his hands find placement
His eyes, the ground
His legs, a split
And his feet seem they might meet on the other side
Before his knees bend and cock to set the stance
And lessen the reliance on restless wrists
As his toes glide together
He is ascending again
From strength to grace
After a pause
A side glance
A look of release
A deft wipe of his brow
One swift foot forward
Then the slow tender tracer of its twin
Yet before they meet
Three steps quickly become a leap
And, in turn
A roll
That leaves him running back
Hopping, sliding, walking, jumping
Grasping to his sides and before him
Experiencing everything about him in excitement
Enclosing his arms as he spins
Then pressing a leg to his chest
In a gentle leaf like fall
To exasperation
