Gait(s)

I bounce, as if in a hurry
the street flies into my face
and lifts my chin
to direct my shuttered eyes
to take on the sun
one step forgets the last
so it's like a video camera
on but not recording
as my shoes slide
on a smattering of salt
avoiding ice
going places
tracing laces
to tie up ends
with no middle
always beginning.