Popcorn

Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air, 

My hands outstretched, 

The ball tumbling closer and closer. 

I drop it. 

I don’t think enough people 

Consider the value of being nice.  

Hold a door open for 

Someone you don't know. 

Give a sandwich to 

No. 

I refuse to be afraid.

We are so caught in the coming climb

We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.

I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights