the ball rolling

you slip
and fall
on the last
piece of melting
ice and go
head first
down the hill.
you tumble
and roll,
bringing your
arms and legs
together
as if a ball.
faster and
faster you go,
down the great
slope
of street.
people step
out of the
way as you fly
by. rolling
faster
and faster.
dogs bark at
you, but don't
give chase.
their tongues hang
out in wonder.
people point, smiling,
and say oh my.
look at him go.
you begin to enjoy
the rolling once
the dizziness
stops.
perhaps this
is what you
were meant to be.
a ball,
rolling swiftly
down the street
admired by
everyone that sees
you.