this post comes from my reflection on the australian open final between roger federer and rafael nadal. it is about how sports brings an audience into experience…and it is about how the driveway game of horse and the grand slam final, when brought to a moment of purity and gravity, become one. love you guys, adam.
the window in the spare bedroom
it reminded me of the night
we hung the fluorescent floodlight
above the garage, extension cords
tangled on the cement floor,
a left-open paper box of nails,
our father’s ladder straddling still-
here in the January summer of Melbourne,
witnessing this back and forth
tug-of-war, the crowd breathing as one-
sighing, shouting from a single tongue,
frightened into a buzz of delight-
as if gathered ‘round a boyhood street fight.
and it was only then that I could understand
my mother’s expression as her hand
would find the frozen windowpane,
my own fingers tingling as the boys played
like someone had left on the garage light-
beautifully, without fear.