A poem. Dedicated to Nadya, the poet whom I take literally too many times. Special thanks to Spirit Games of Ultimate Frisbee, and the Samurais of Werribee.
in the depths of the Werribee forests
fourteen warriors venture into unfamiliar lands
they climb atop summits, drench in rivers
as a clan, they stay
but as darkness approaches
so do the distances between them
one warrior disappears after the rapids
three take the left
two follow their lead
to follow left or risk a right?
the internal battle has begun
who is next?
will you survive as the last samurai?
or will you sacrifice your bravery
as the blonde girl first?
This poem is inspired by a recent hike at Werribee Gorge National Park. I introduced a spirit game called “Samurai”, a game I learned from playing Ultimate frisbee. It was a great icebreaker; some of the “Hai-ya” sound effects carried through the hike. Near the end, some of us ran ahead. Others behind took the wrong turn and had to make a detour. According to Fab, one of the hikers joked about being the “blonde girl” who would, in a horror film, go missing first. She later realized there were 2 of them.
At the end of the poem, I am curious: would you rather be the first person to encounter misfortunes, or would you rather be the last person, who sees all the others go before you?