Observations From a Squash Court Wall
Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings
Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging
Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player
Highly varnished wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeaks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned
Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While racquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate
Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are further required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?
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