Goal

My boots pounding on the pitch,
players disappearing behind me,
one objective, one goal.
The last one is backing up, afraid.

One deft touch
and he's done.
watching hopelessly as I pass.
It's just me and the keeper.

Time slows everything is so surreal.
One more touch and he commits,
another touch and he's flailing at nothing.
The last touch is in the back of the net.

The whistle blows.
The crowd roars, my teammates are screaming.
I hear nothing, feel nothing,
but pure joy, my heart skipping beats.

My senses come back to me in a wave,
the crowds roar reaching my ears,
my teammates reaching me.
I loop back away from the net, arms raised,
Goal.