Sunday, 3 January 2021

3. The Game

We played across two front yards.

A jumble of boys and my sister and I.

Sometimes I was the quarterback.

The kids would shout,

“One elephant, Two elephants!”

and the pressure would mount

to find an open kid,

to throw a perfect spiral.

Sometimes I was the fullback.

The kids would form their pell-mell wall

with spindly arms and dangly legs

and the pressure would mount

to find an open hole,

to slip through their armour.

 

I was small and skinny

but this was not a weakness,

for I could run and deke

untouched, unseen

into the endzone --

a mess of pure adrenalin

a mess of pure exhaustion

a mess of pure joy.


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