The Missed Tackle

How can all your life compress to a single moment

and all of it be air after all, you perfectly placed by your miss

to see every second of the consequence, your rival

(who you’d have dropped every other time

with ease) now galloping free, strutting in fact,

into the end zone with the prize –

all his life now made

in that one second

that was once


Of weeds and wheat and smoke and fire

The Gronk has a punctured lung


the paper says

and you can still see the hit

the one-two

and still feel how

you were glad for it

after what he did to us

two years ago

catching that pass.

What Christ thinks of football I don’t want to know,

but I can see his eye

and hear his breath,

and I’d best be off

before I think some more.