Monday, 12 January 2015

Lightening in the Cage

The boy stands,
With bended knees.
Surrounded by walls of mesh.
His back curves.
Resolute, calm, ready.
No sign of the old man
He will one day be.
Head turned and all is focus.
A ball flies low.
Legs turn, the body follows.
A fluidic curve and
Crack! There is
Lightening in the cage.