I’ve been watching badminton this week,
An ecstatic sport internationally,
Nothing more than saltpeter in the Aux Arena
I’m a gym teacher,
And any time I can get kids to do anything
It’s awesome, but this day has been something else,
Working out with my mates,
Running into “extended” family in an awkward encounter,
When will I let go,
When do I have to,
Why should I?
Truth is, I prefer my friends over work,
They are cool,
Unattached, free of life’s burdens,
Not needing of choice.
They are them.
I know them,
The traveler, full of sarcasm,
The HR lady, full of complimentary comments,
The “Satanic” one, full of humor and honesty.
There are the bookends,
The retail space magnets,
Corporate higher-ups, restless career changers, and
A host of others, each different, each cool.
Luckily, my work crew is just the same,
Pushing those career milestones with the same diligence
Required of hangers-on and educational dinosaurs.
Thank goodness we like each other, it makes the working life fun.
It’s like that at home, too,
A family full of individuals,
Sometimes acting like lightning bolts, sometimes
Lightning rods, always making the storms interesting
Whether it be barbells and running or
Kool-Aid drinks and conversations
These sappy social and familial holiday thoughts need to go,
Badminton is on.
That’s it, I’ll catch up with the clan in the morning,
The tribe on Monday. I don’t need much else.
Tomorrow it’s a cold one on the trails.
For now, I think I’ll just drool while these guys play badminton.