‘Could the answer be that the more elemental we become
in sport and art, the closer to the spiritual we get?’
— Gene Tunney
The day before my son was born I packed
my duct-taped gloves to spar for the last time
and discovered among my gear his hat.
It was the size of a large fist.
And so I put it on mine.
Cosied it up. And saw stars.
Something about the diminutive cotton cap
demanded delicacy and care beyond
the imagination of a gauze-wrapped gloved fist.
Twelve hours later at the ICU, a head start into the elemental—
electrodes constellating our son’s skull and chest
connect to the intensive-care version
of an electronic round-bell that periodically
misreads his relaxation as not respiring, and misfires,
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