February 3, 2010
Running with Pierre Garcon: A poem by Norbert Krapf

Running with Pierre Garcon
— Norbert Krapf

He wraps himself
in the flag
of his country
in victory

not as a political
statement but
to embrace and
uplift the people

who are trapped
beneath the rubble
of a catastrophe
to show he remembers

where he came from
and feels their
pain and misery
and when he

reaches for the
football many
dark hands
reach with him

and as he
hauls in the pass
without breaking
his stride many

speed across the goal
line with him
and feel with
the bare soles

of  their feet
what it means to
cross standing up
to the other side

© 2010 Norbert Krapf

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2 responses to “Running with Pierre Garcon: A poem by Norbert Krapf”

  1. Michael O'Mara says:

    Norbert, you have truly captured the soul of a man of who is buried in the rubble. You have profoundly articulated this.
    Thanks! Peace, Michael O’

  2. Joe Heithaus says:

    Thanks Norbert. Here’s a poem on another subject, less serious, but we’ve seen a lot of press on this tragedy as well.

    Freeney’s Ankle

    A Poem for the Colts

    I know way too much
    about the high sprain,
    basketball sprain, ligament
    damage, the chair he placed
    it on for elevation. I can’t stop
    reading about it, listening
    to how it spells the end—
    Brees breezing his way
    through the game without
    pressure. Too much pressure
    on Freeney’s ankle so he can’t
    make his spins and cuts so
    the Colts are in trouble.
    I dream of the swelling
    going down but see him stepping
    on Farvre again and again
    and again and coming up
    hopping in pain. I even
    write poems about it. But
    come on, surely the whole
    damn team doesn’t rest
    on one man’s glorious,
    speedy, flying, furious
    ankle? Can’t Payton
    pick it up on offense?
    No one even knew
    who Kelvin Hayden
    was when he swiped
    Grossman’s pass the last time
    to turn the game
    like an ankle. Surely the Colts
    can rise like young horses
    and stand on their own
    four ankles, even if
    one of them is a little lame.

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