The Field

Tristen Garner

The crowd cheers
The band plays
Faces everywhere
That’s how many others there are
At least that’s how many play
Yet it feels like I’m the only one
All this chaos yet for me it’s silent
Yet for me no one else exists
In the moment
No one
I can’t feel the wind blow
Or the sweat rolling down my body
To me it’s all still
Everything around me has no purpose
Only I matter
The clock ticks down
Seconds minutes hours go by
For me it’s like time is frozen
I step on the field
Everything changes
Stillness prevails
Complete calm