June 25, 2008


It is almost midnight
          when the bright moon
makes its way high enough
          to just peek
through the tops
          of Carolina forest.

You, in your agonies,
          in the fullest sense of agoniea
           athletic strain
           not the agony of defeat;
                    there is no agony in defeat
          but in the struggle toward consummation.

You, in your agonies,
          are furious, empty, and
                    deliriously grateful.
You have seen
          just enough
          through the tree tops.

—Dan Edwards

Posted by dwaber at June 25, 2008 01:04 PM