When my sister swam, she loved the feel of the
Water, running over her face, the sounds of
Splashing and cheering, the coordinated breathing.
When I swam, I liked working hard until I was exhausted.
When I played tennis, I liked the puzzle of ball placement,
The physical challenge of serving and returning,
The companionship of a partner and the gentility of the game.
When my sister ran, she liked
Stopping.
When I ran, I liked working hard until I was exhausted.
I liked the camaraderie of cross country
And the mindless repetition of four times,
Eight times around the track.
I don’t think I considered the pleasure of the feel and sound
Of court, track, field, pool.
That was what marching band and concert band were for!
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