As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for Hour 10.
In keeping with the season
we shall observe the ritual
as we have done for many years now
long enough that the practice
from which we turned away
has become unfamiliar
as though it were taking place
in a land where we do not share language
By coincidence, there are sacrements
familiar to those who observe
that we also enjoy—
but this is a function of place
not of loyalty or belief
Where we and the faithful both partake
to strengthen bonds and cement covenants
they do so for closeness and revelry
while we do so for distance and indifference—
because it’s only a game, isn’t it
We’ll all get to see the commercials
for the next six months
26 June 2021
An excellent reminder that we are all creatures of habit, needing our rituals for whatever reason. Very well expressed.
This is a strong poem – both for its honesty, and how it challenges us around the observance of this holiday. Well done!
Of course, the Super Bowl doesn’t happen in January anymore, though it did the last time I cared enough about sports to watch…