As I sit down, all my heavy pounds
and lick my lips after a tasty dish,
I’ve spent the afternoon cooking,
dipping in and out of hearing the Cox shout,
the oarsman and woman both,
battle the course of the river head,
I feel sorrow for the rower in me dead,
long ago now in a life I once knew,
experienced that no pain, no gain too,
the strength and the will power in me still,
as I battle the determination of two boys that fill,
all my leftover energies now,
I look out at the sunny spring eve,
wonder if I can run up the hill…how?
I’ve eaten well.
My tummy too full.
I race in my mind and in spirit.
knowing, remembering that once, I did it.