“Apollo and Daphne” by Bernini
Caught mid-stride, taproots, tendrils shooting down
from tripped toes like a mangrove straining
an estuary, no part of Daphne
My friend’s kid runs the sideline, gets a pass,
turns, and scores with a kick to the near post.
It’s how the play should go, but at this age
rarely does. My son sprints to him, arms up.
Before Results – Sophie Klahr
What could we do with our sickness,
would we skin or husk or hurry it?
Worry under it? Carry it gently
as it will shatter if held