Weighing The Odds

You stand against the wall
your black face shining up at me;
blank, waiting silently, patiently,
knowing that I would come to you.
For days...seven in all,
I have avoided this confrontation
Today I can stall no longer.
Telepathically I try reasoning with you
If necessary, I want you to lie to me.
But alas, I know that lies are not in your nature.
You tell only truths.
My transgressions, though few this week,
fill me with unease.
I seek to hide them from you,
rationalize them away, try to mentally mitigate the damages.
I know that it is futile.
In the briefest moments from now you will know all;
and in knowing all, throw it boldly back at me.
You challenge me.
Scream at me.....more...........more.
Less...less, I say and pray that I tell the truth.
With hollow belly I approach........
tap
wait for zero
and climb aboard.
With eyes closed and breath held, my eyes descend
and I smile.
YES! my fist pumps the air.
By one pound I have beaten  you!!
I climb off
and kick you into the corner (to taunt me for another week)
Perhaps I will celebrate.
Yes, I think I will.
Chocolate....yes chocolate for the victor.
Until we meet again.

© D.W. Rickard 2001

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