The training has been a dry run
For three years,
And I'm up for the challenge.
My corner is ready and supportive.
I volunteered to meet my Goliath.

I mirror spar with him.
Shadows,
Boxing me.
His shadow is long.
His reach is longer.
Has a knock-out punch.

We were besties during
My Philistine years.

My camp has removed the bucket and stool;
They mix with the spectators,
Clenching fists, cheering,
Teeth gritting their resolutions,
Heads shaking in surety.

I have accepted my shortcomings
And the power of this giant.

As I enter
Familiars will cheer;
The litter bearers tip their hats
In recognition,
Waiting patiently to get to work.

I belly-up for the bell.
Ding.