Miriam

Game Day

Layups, jump-shots, free throws,

twenty each before we run

around the court 

seven times 

dribbling a ball.

When the ball goes up

Fox gets it and drives.

The first few minutes

nobody makes a shot.

In minute five, sweat drips

from the faces of the other team.

Up the court goes Adebayo

and he dunks.

Fifty-five minutes later

the buzzer sounds.

The Kentucky fans cheer as

Monk lifts the trophy.

Then the crowd falls silent,

all the cheers fade away. 

I wake up and stretch,

ready for a new day.

Miriam