#99: Nameless Game
I get thrown midway through an unknown quarter
I get thrown midway through an unknown quarter of a nameless game. I know not the rules, nor whose team I am on. What are we to conquer? What happens if we’re crushed? Who is “we”? Others seem to have figured out the game, for they seem to move with purpose and strike with intention. My curiosity wonders, but soon learns that I am not to explore the game. I am to simply execute my moves, precisely as told.
I start to pick up the game: not through understanding, but imitation. I observe and respond to that which I see around. When I see a naive youngster, I find his vigor nostalgic, and yet I am not jealous of his upcoming naturalization.
I have learned the ways of the game: nifty tricks to stay in my lane. I have learned to blend in, ride with others, and run after or away. If I’m lucky, I have a minute to breathe, so I pause and ask myself: