For the Goalie

By Teak Watters


See, I can play it cool like a pro.

This is just an ordinary day, right?

I’ll comment on the weather, make a show

Of badmouthing the ref’s harsh call last night

In the game. I’ll act serene; none will know

How, when you appear, thought departs and flight

(though lacking wings) seems likely. I will sow

peace in spite of thrumming heartbeat at your sight.


Your smile does that –you, who lights up the room

Like a bright caféglows on a dark sidewalk.

Your easy chat unnerves me; I presume

This hidden maelstrom is mine only, locked

Beneath benign talk of hockey and rain;

This stoic calm belies my silent strain.