Domino

Swishing, sweating, swooshing
Across the masonry of ice. A clouded
dance floor of crowded traffic changing
Lanes at breakneck speeds.

Clicking, clacking, collecting
Scars and stories. Whirling through
Winds and adversity. Flashes of light
And speed. Of love and pain.

Dripping of sweat, blood, and respect
We spend hours hunched over, trying
To look into a mirror without reflection
To see children, playing years ago—
They look a lot like you and me.

For a moment, we become our
Own heroes. Posters hung on our
Bedroom walls coming alive years
After they were thrown away with
Our twin beds, they are reborn.

A splintering sprint. A speeding
Tripod mercilessly floating above
The earth. A burst of youth. Whipping
A black disc with all his might only
To be disregarded like that faded poster
So many years ago.