Friday, 1 January 2021

1. The Catch

The peewee football was just out of reach

taunting me to leap high,

higher still

up into the sky.

The soft grass was my springboard

propelling me to soar further

than any five-year-old could rightfully soar.

Airborne, my left hand clawed at the muggy air

until I felt fingertips graze the ball.

Instinctually, I grabbed enough of it

to tuck it down

solid

into my chest.

 

It was a beautiful moment.

It defined me.

I didn’t know the word at the time.

I was a tomboy.