On Turning 18

Is this what it's
supposed
to feel like?
Like shaky hands shoved in pockets,
and tiny feet in too big shoes
taking unsure steps on tightrope lines
strung from New York to Connecticut?
Like green lights on every corner
and no brakes
and a crash dummy in the passenger seat
who will crash through the glass
at the same time you do?
Like watching flames roar towards me
in a forest
while the calm of a lukewarm sea
stretches out on the other side
and somehow feeling like
the fire is where I should run?