[In honor of my husband, who is in a triathlon this morning]
To see the finish line
To sail past the
Lesser athletes
To win
Finishing second
Means crushing defeat
The medal is all
Others need to feel
They are not alone
To sense the splash of water
The cheers
The breaths
All around
To feel the fingers
Brushing shoulders
Patting backs
See the rows of bikes
Waiting
To hear the laughs as others
Struggle on
To see those both ahead and behind
To be part of the pack
Validated
But happiest are those
In it only for the
Moment
Not the end
Not the others
But the feel of water on their skin
The rush of wind
As they pedal downhill
The ache of use
From their legs
As they run the race
To them, the end is nothing
All is in the now.
