It was just a moment,
A little bit of honesty
In a day filled with hypocrisy.

One where the innocence of youth
Pierced the hardened heart of experience
To bring laughter, the crying kind, out.

Thirty kids, sort of playing in gym,
One, an outcast, simply because he’s different,
A gamer, socially awkward, frustrated by everything

He put himself in the worst spot…again…
As goalie during a team handball game.
We prepared for an angry outburst, surely it would come.

It always had before.
He would yell like the other kids were game consoles,
Like the action was a video game,

But this time the shot came hard,
A big yellow sponge ball taking aim at an empty goal,
Only to be denied at the last second by the gamer kid.

He punched the ball to the side,
Assumed the ready position for a rebound shot
Which never came as the ball moved to the other end.

“What a play!” I said to my colleague
Who looked up just in time to see a Platoon Rhah-like
Chest pounding moment of masculine joy.

My guy doesn’t experience much success,
He fights the world because his world is so different
Today, though, he showed the kids he was one of them,

Playing a sport,
Making the team better,
And happy to brag of his success.

We continued to watch him
As he fake skated back and forth across the goal
In a tribute to the greatest hockey goalies.

He visualized pucks coming at him from all angles,
There were imaginary kick saves,
He was adept at using the blocker and the glove.

He was on fire,
Lit, en fuego, and for once
He seemed happy.

And we laughed,
Sharing in his moment of success from a distance,
So appreciative of his moment that we cried laughing tears.

He needed the save,
We benefited from his save,
It was great.

Somewhere I read that my most preferred environment,
At least from a species standpoint,
Is not too far off from the equator
Where the weather can be hot and steamy.
The chill where I reside,
Is not prime Cox weather,
Although, the faux freezing rain
Does bring out the dick in decision-makers,
But that is another story, so back to my tropical propensities,
And a history of health club living,
That peaked in the late nineties at a resort spa
Unattended by guests of the Colonial Capitol
So it became more of my personal bathroom.
The sauna was clean, free of the rock pissers,
The Swiss needle shower was sharp,
The hot tub relaxing, and the steam room
Suited to what I didn’t realize was my equatorial ways.

Now it’s a push, the confines of communal relaxing putting pressure
On the relaxing rooms of heat and humidity.
With the impending winter bomb that never materialized,
I had time to think about a morning of chilling observations,
Not any of them criminal, nor DC nauseating, more illuminating,
No, more unexplainable, harmless,
Certainly, thoughts conjured up in that way that people can make shit up
For the humor, if nothing else.
In my time off today, I’ve realized that I’m suited for wherever I am,
Except, of course, a crowded steam or shower,
Especially after watching a Fabio wannabe hang at the coffee station
All tanned and dressed in trendy sweats
Grabbing the all-purpose man’s shoulder in a friendly way,
Perhaps not welcomed, whether friendly or amorous,
But tolerated. The connection is the steam, Fabio being a man of the steam
Who prefers to wash off in the pool,
Stretch in the pool with his face on the deck
While doing donkey kicks and
Whatever other gyrations are performed just under the water’s surface.

I don’t know Fabio, the name seemed appropriate,
Not sure which of the those in the klatch gave him the moniker, but
I’ve seen him in action, the undressing on the pool deck,
Just to his swimsuit, before he disappears into the tropical airs
Of man-made humidity.
Fortunately, I was not staring, the way that he went Euro on the touching
Was a bit comical, the recipient of the friendly touching was
Only able to keep refilling the swill dispensers, but the devilish one
Had a look of amazement that was the true stealer of my attention.
It is so nice when there is strength in numbers.
I knew when I realized my friend was just as confused as I was about the petting
That sitting back and watching the whole scene play out
Was going to be the highlight of my day
Because when you catch someone staring at something
And they realize they’ve been caught, but both are in on the joke,
The laughter is that much more real.
It’s also good when the rest of the group is trying to figure out what’s so funny.

It’s been twelve hours, I’m still smiling,
Still confused by the groping,
Still glad for the moment of realization
Because these cold winter days can be a grind
And taking advantage of the amenities
In such a hustling and bustling latitude
Is not something this tropical schmo takes in too often.
I will, however, take all the laughter I can get.
The mornings are great for that.

Who knew Google
Could be so funny?
Mother and daughter,
Mother in law and wife,
Sat on the couch trying to explain
The particulars of a specific garage bug.
They decided to Google it.

“Grasshopper like insect with extremely long legs”

The intuitive search engine is also clairvoyant
As an image of a grotesque spider looking grasshopper
Popped up on the screen.
It may as well have been real
Because mother and daughter jumped from the phone
As if the camel back grasshopper
Had used its defensive ploy
Of hopping at aggressors
To scare them away.

Mom covered her mouth,
Futilely trying to hold back her laugher.
Daughter let out her standard
Rafter shifting belly roll.

It was great.