The brilliance of the magic is behind me
easy, sanguine grace
Identifying with teams, talents to trace
Ambitions and the dominance of space
Heady in the open seas of competition
Schoolyards gone missing with the open fields
Of endless mutual youthful missions\
Now on casual walks, noticing kids
Running in their open, engaging, circles
Pushy, all legs in
Acres of limed green grass
But
It is the cackling chatter rising there
The air exultant
Triggering the minds eye to recollection
Of open yuletide season ice
Ready to unveil the next great deke
Or the spiraling pigskin
Coming in over the shoulder, going deep
Stretching to bring in the catch
The moment transcendent
Never quite respected
Open field cross body block
Looking across the huddle, out of breath
Catching a teammates eyes
Growing inside, the open nod intangible
Revealing how you fit in
Identified
The game a momentary reminder
Of life larger than yourself
A community of mutuality
Someone with more than a rooting interest
Outside your clan
This tacit acknowledgement of bigger plans\
Pushing at the winter winds, squinting
In hard riding shotgun with yourself
Minutes stretch and
Time expands in colours, hues and rhythms
You have broken away, blades pierce the sweeping chatter
Pick up game, shinny a song of memory
A moments grace in the brilliance
Of October’s air
Nat Delle Palme - August 06
