Sparring With Goliath Poem by Francie Lynch

The training has been a dry run
For three years,
And I'm up for the challenge.
My corner is ready.
I volunteered to meet my Goliath.

I mirror spar,
Where Goliath stares back.
His reach is long,

We were besties during
My Philistine years,


My camp has removed the bucket and stool;
They mix with the spectators,
Clenching fists, cheering
Teeth gritting their resolutions,
Heads shaking in surety.

I have accepted my shortcomings
And the power of this giant.

As I enter
Familiars will cheer;
The litter bearers tip their hats
In recognition,
Waiting patiently to get to work.

I belly-up for the bell.
Ding.