I was there when you were
Washing the tides of moon dust
in your paint speckled pants
Hitting the high beams of the football structure.
I was there in that autumn breeze
while you tossed everything you knew
into the air
Pigskin soaring over metal framework
The empty field
in some city outskirts
I watched on by the red berries,
the holly tree,
my scarf waiting around my neck for some hands to tug it,
make me drop my school books at my sides
I fell  rapidly,
you intrigued me.
I stayed to watch you
Use all your might
Watch how you grasped the world
And  watched how you threw yourself
and every speckle that danced within your heart and any mark
upon your white canvas into the millions of space particles before you.
Putting your soul into that little oval ball
By yourself
A fetch game
With no dog to retrieve the loose end
But you
Holding the air.