His little itch

Someone with his key has

tagged my window – scratch

scratch his little itch – so

I see him and not

the water the school the wood –

see his soul stretched. Yes,

I see and am with him, I am

in him now and go with him.

I go with him all around.

The delicate language of sports

The action occasions silence and

periodic utterance, your analysis topping

that of the experts.

As always there is theory to consider,

one’s own team

and injury,

Saturday’s opponent,

the coach’s strategy…

All of this really is

about this,

though hearts step up to speak it.

 

For Kevin Cooley

And for Pieter