Breath

Breath

Sea of red
wills
Leg cocks
breath ceases,
releases

- Wannabe Poet
(14 May 2006; fresh from the oven)



The moment stevie walloped in his volley from all of 30 metres, we all become one: spectators at the stadium, at home and captain marvel himself. We all cease and release the same breath, or rather at the same time; breath-taking, to say the least. Now, this reminded me of something I read from somewhere: that every particles of air we breathe in or out has been or will be circulated around the globe, shared between people of different nation, race and age. You get the idea? I know, I know, it sounds disgusting or even revolting. Imagine the bad breath...urgh! But seriously, it only goes to show how connected our lives actually are.

I used the technique of association for haiku here - "how different things relate or come together" as one: footballer and spectators or humans as a matter of fact. Yes, we were one, for that precious moment on the threshold of glory or defeat. Though the West Ham lads can claim to walk away in the swirling dust of battle, heads held high till the very end - Paul Konchesky's freakish goal included. The Red having the advantage in penalties was never in doubt.