Day 10 - Poem "The Movement"

The Movement

expectant at the starting block
tension gripping the physical
even as it is banished from thought
because winning the race isn't victory
celebration resides in the attempt
tossing fear aside like refuse
the movement is the moment
and in the silence before the shot
she takes questionable aim
bullet piercing, hobbled from the first
the movement is the moment
and the moment is slipping past
unwieldy thoughts stumble and fall
no movement is no moment
the attempt stolen from me
so that I almost regret
and remember the peace of repose

~Christy Sundberg
    1/10/2016