Spectator

This is the day -
the anniversary of a 
tiny bubble sitting
all those years ago
with me in it
on this hill
and all the awe
and all the heart
felt envy 
for those people over there
playing the game
in quiet rooms
and quiet halls
grappling with an unseen
foe in their own heads -
and I knew my lowly
status then, on the sideline
looking up
but now with my crown
firmly earned,
I sit, contemplate
my quiet rooms and
quiet halls
the grappling with my unseen
foe within
who helped me earn my
place, who made of that 
historical discrepancy
an even-playing-field -
my turn to hold the ball
and run.

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