Hockey Player (A Poem)

“It's 4 am—
time to wake.
No sleeping-in this weekend, and I can't wait. 

The drive will be long—
through fog and rain,
that’s alright because I love the game.

The cold, clean smell of the frozen slab of ice
gets the juices flowin', and I never think twice
about getting out of bed so early, so cold.

The game is so intense it grabs a hold,
never to let go.
Married for life,
the game of hockey—
a loving wife.”

NCIII