Comfort

The fall soccer season ended this weekend with the MCAA tournament. In our last game we were ahead 2-0 at half-time but ended up losing 2-3. Needless to say, the team was pretty disappointed. Also, I read some E. E. Cummings on the car ride which affected the style somewhat.

Comfort 10/23/10
The smell of sadness
softly settles
among the
silent spaces
between the
blades of grass.

yester-moment's madness is
forgotten in the so
(so so)
oppressive, down
cast eyes around.
and yet that chaos is
the forefront thought
in every mind
in a wilderness
of short-cut grass.

leaden feet remember
the feet of fire
flying past
heavy hands recall
the sound of air
filled boulders rushing by,
somehow distant, like...

in a dream when danger
rushesnearand
you are
paralyzed. to move.
and noone can wakeup
from where our chances fled
and it all comes down to this
to this
this:

are we many
or are we one?

for if despair
can kill the one,
man
y are finished

For islands small are whelmed by waves
But granite cliffs a redoubt make.

and as the minds of everyone
fall
far and far
away
it feels like we are
falling stars
alone in skies of night
no constellations to unite
us.

And miles away,
across the grass
the green clad mass
casts echoes of joy
through hollow air.
And if you squint your eyes
and breathe the humanity on the wind
(not so) deeply,
they almost feel like one...

Tomorrow mourning
we sat around
our cluttered break
fast board
and shared in sad camaraderie
and eggs and buttered toast,
no banner to bring home and hang, merely
One
another's words to pass the time.

And the
man
y green
men
of yesterday
use their phones
to call their folks
to tell them
"what a game we(I) had"