I Dream Pure Elation
Night comes and I slide under the covers
My head sinks into the pillow and I close my eyes
Fading into REM - the dream comes . . .
I'm on the ice - in the NHL- I can feel
my body being carried by my skates,
blades slicing into the hard, white surface
Gripping my stick with big, gloved hands
I'm at the corner of the net
waiting for my teammate to feed me the puck
It comes from around the back of the net
Opposing defense is covering me - we're battling,
elbows jabbing, bodies shoving each other,
both trying to keep our balance as I stretch
to catch the puck on my blade
There's barely enough time to feel its weight
as I wrap it around toward the goal
As if a higher force is guiding it,
it finds the tiny opening just under the goaltender's pad
And as I fall to the ice on my stomach,
I can see my teammates celebrating -
hear the siren wailing - audio verification that I did it
I scored
I scored!
L.M.D.S.
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