Two Commands Poem by Matt Clark

I walk the stagger to my line;

uneasy and anxious, I do not show it.

They jump and stretch and jog in place.

Once at the line I do not move.

“Runners, take your mark”

Toes to the line, this is it.

Seconds take forever; I await the crack.

Time goes uncounted

if not for the steady beat of my heart.

The lane I stand is all that is me.

At this moment track is life.

And life is simple.

Bang.