He dreams of jogging
but just walks around the house
in his jogging shoes.

In his jogging shoes,
he has a bounce in his step
dodging rattlesnakes.

Scorpions move out
of his way toward the kitchen
so he can hydrate.

He must avoid cramps
while on the hot, dusty trail
conjured in his head.

Maybe tomorrow
the shoes will take him outside
to breathe desert air.