The light
a player
in aqua, gold, cobalt
as afternoon slides to evening
under beacons of power grids
The crowd
a noisy dragon
wraps the field
with undulating
rhythms and response
A crack
a gasp, a roar
A vis viva of energy
rushes towards us
“See the ball coming,
See it. There!”
My arm guides
a young eye,
soft face close to mine
A grassy slide
an outstretched glove
Together
we catch
a moment.