COLORS POEM

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I did not know you.

But, of course, I did.

And I know the adrenaline,

The anxiety and the airy calm

As you moved through the darkness

In electric invisibility.

 

We do what we do

Because it matters;

But in the doing, we are living

Life in brighter colors

And - even in the blackest African night -

I know you saw them swirling in the distance.

You were honored and alive.

 

They tell me you joined the Game late

But that your were already on the varsity squad,

That you were an only son,

That your parents had your picture on the mantle,

In the place of honor -

Even before you fell.

 

So, brother, sleep well.

We will chase the colors for you

Long into the night,

Knowing that your are there

In electric invisibility.