From water’s edges to shorelines across the globe, sports enthusiasts are connecting and participating in one of the greatest shows on earth. Against all the odds, across this bitter earth we can, if only for a split second, connect.
THIS BITTER EARTH
I am here to see you run.
I have toiled all day but now I need to see you run.
Across the waters my friend, but their foe, waits to see you swim.
That split second we both await the moment, your concentration – our anticipation.
The noise of the starter gun cracks above the gunfire in the street below me.
This is our gun, a gun that truly connects us. You will not separate us.
Connect us, you and other dwellers of this earth; join through a moment of great speed - adrenalin of sword amongst those who are fencing.
Take on the purest form, swing from those rings and land at our side.
Stride out on that track, steer with all your might that horse.
This is theirs, mine and your baton.
Crash amongst the waves that batter your canoe, hold aloft that weight that binds me to you.
Endurance of foot to pedal, your leap into the sand – ours into the unknown.
The boxer so light on his feet, under water dancers, their breath as one.
Make a leap of faith into the blue abyss below, tumbling at speeds whilst that javelin is thrown.
Discus take flight as they fight with hammer, this is your moment, tomorrow may be ours.
Grab hold of your pride all you countries and witness the hurdler before you.
Watch, unite, prepare and overcome.
Cross the finishing line, if you dare.