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Deepest of deep breaths
A moment snatched from the care
A check of the grip,
chalk rubs deep into time worn palms
A steely gaze on the floating goal in my trajectory.
Calves and legs deliver motion
The grip tightens; but we’ve been here before
Rushing wind, adrenaline
Then, the momentary crisis.
I have to let go, but so many variables.
I let go, and hang
Suspended as a still life
Supported only by the air
The prize just beyond my grasp
