by Christine Adams Beckett

A starter’s gun sees fit
To startle runners
To swift mobility:
Igniting the twitches
Of quadriceps, locked
In the blocks, to
More productive

Metal spikes in
Soles of athletic
Shoes, connecting
With a gravel track,
Reverberate in the jaw,
The teeth, grinding
Like an un-oiled
Gear, propelling
The body forward.

A hollow baton,
Painted aluminum,
Whistles a beat,
A bitonal melody,
A rhythm
Matched by the
By movement.

Knuckles locked closed,
Gripping a weight,
Requiring a give,
A take,
For a body off balance.
With weakened back,
the foundation is sown
Like a farmer’s field,
Untilled and black
With richness
And possibility.

Second leg,
A political war
Of kinesthetics,
The warrior recognizes
Space, time
Opponents in
The arc of a goal.

Baton! He yells,
And raises
A blue-veined
A battle cry.

For a fraction of a second,
Contact is made,
Hand to stick to hand,
Brotherly and unified
Rising into striding sync:
A mathematician
Forward progression.

Precision in the final lap
A philosopher
Whirring wheels
Breaks a tape with
Developed powerful
Pectorals inflated with
Steady inhalations –
Unbated –
Unified in hope
Of the three cyclic
Lifetimes that ran
Before him, churning
The cinder of
An ignorant path
Beneath his
Spent feet.

“I could fill Volumes with Descriptions of Temples and Palaces, Paintings, Sculptures, Tapestry, Porcelaine, &c. &c. &c. — if I could have time. But I could not do this without neglecting my duty. The Science of Government it is my Duty to study, more than all other Studies Sciences: the Art of Legislation and Administration and Negotiation, ought to take Place, indeed to exclude in a manner all other Arts. I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Painting and Poetry Mathematicks and Philosophy. My sons ought to study Mathematicks and Philosophy, Geography, natural History, Naval Architecture, navigation, Commerce and Agriculture, in order to give their Children a right to study Painting, Poetry, Musick, Architecture, Statuary, Tapestry and Porcelaine.”
-Letter from John Adams to Abigail Adams, post 12 May 1780

“Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope.” -Reinhold Niebuhr