With no more light than this
The monitors show the basement car park
Coming at the day’s end, padded for concrete,
Gliding with braced knees, left shoulder leading,
Shark’s fins circling in this half-lit world.
Sport absorbs their mischief
Statues of kings, they reign on boards
Toy soldiers with their own bit of earth
To stand on or be buried in.
Obstacles do not limit their realm-
They overcome what other minds devise.
Over white lines, down exit ramps,
They jump and land in complex stunts.
Their steady practice proves to them
Airs and ollies can turn the worlds about.