At the break
Beset, behind and
Not sure what to do
You hand me water and your
Best advice
Gnomic utterances
Seemingly divorced from
What just happened on the piste
“Keep distance about one foot farther out”
“Weight on your back hip”
“Get in close and bounce”
Never clear directions for the touch
Nothing so distinct as “parry circle six riposte” or
“attack to her flank”
I see absolutely no path forward
Doing what you say
It’s about as promising as “run into that wall!” or
“Pet the cat!”
Or simply
“42!”
But being out of options I
Shrug off doubt
Abandon rationality and
Try exactly what you say
And score the touch
To your delight
Offset by rue that
I look so surprised
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