On The Great Properties Of Attending A Circuits Training Class In The Town Of Beaumaris Poem by Isamar Carrillo

And when walking
was no longer enough,
I finally came.
I came, I saw,
I slumped: there we were.
The rejects of a thousand
gym classes; last pick of every team.

The old couple with bent backs,
the barrel-chested geezer
with the limp mustache,
the girl with Down's syndrome (forgodssake) ,
the bored homemaker
and the waitress,
the scrawny boy with the unfunny walk,
and me.

We walked, limped, crawled,
round and round,
music blasting from the speakers,
masking the stench of fear
and self-contempt.

We twirled in time,
swam through the air,
and little by little

All individual movement ceased
and we moved as a pack,
no longer us
but swift gray wolves,
great wild beasts,
beautiful as the day,
throbbing and aching
and finally allowed
to be free.