25 January 2026

By Philip Kuepper

There had been other sports
suggested he consider.
He was built for sports.
Soccer seemed to fit.
But he wasn’t interested.
Tennis? He passed on it.
There was lacrosse.
There was jai alai.
Nothing seemed to suit,
until he was handed
a pair of oars. Touching them,
something in him clicked.
The spark had taken hold.

(13 January 2026)