Command
and Tiger’s
not playing
the Masters
what next
still
there he is
down
for sure
surely
not done
many Masters
to come
days in the sun
lives he’s lived
lost
gazing out
peering in
it’s there
in the lift
in the fall
heel to toe
way he walks
the green
up that hill
down that slope
like a lion
in the wind
contained
now at hand
this seat
to sit
high up
in the stands
like an old man
who never knew
he was old
‘til somebody
told him so
grit and grip
take it in
what the dark
demands
the valley
not the peak
where we find
ourselves
again
back to square
uncluttered there
the mind moves
within the body
and returns
the heart
to its soul
TL