The Game of Life

At times
the world is a blur,
the players indistinct, and
you are unsure
of who is what
and where
all the action
is going,
and you find yourself
battered by unseen ghosts,
pulled by unexpected arms,
running hard, though
you are unsure
if you are running
to
or from, until
it all crashes to a halt
and you lie on the ground
your heart gasping,
your mind desperately seeking
to make sense
of the latest play
and whether you have just
moved forward
or back.

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The picture is of a high school football game in Manchester, VT. I actually got some where you know what you are looking at, but somehow, this captured the game far better. You can click on it for a larger version

Tom