Game Day

I am here not
because I want to be.

I am here because
I look perfect
for the position
I really don’t
want to play.

And so my giving in
to uninformed expectations
places me now
on this 30-yard line
awaiting another kickoff,
facing yet another crisis,
when I will sprint downfield
in a display of regulated ferocity
while secretly hoping to avoid,
first, the steamrolling blockers,
then, the bruising ball carrier,
while appearing totally prepared,
confident,
forthright,
but wanting only
to survive,
to gain the sideline safely,
to avoid the coaches
and, more importantly,
the cheerleaders,
all suffering from
their own forms
of delusion.

Don Cadwallader

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