I couldn't decide if this belonged in lyrical or narrative poetry, so I put it here. Happy Holidays everyone!
Silence Hangs in the Air
Still as a statue for just one moment,
heart racing beneath stoic face.
Posed on victory, ball in hand,
with eyes on the goal, she prepares.
The sea of people roars, cursing
her, getting in her head.
But all shouts have ceased the
moment before she shoots.
Collective quiet for just one moment
as hope, the win, the ball all hang
in the air, suspended in time.
Silence before the plunge.
