​​Pole| |Sport

We turn and turn ourselves
Into the question. We turn ourselves against

Its gravity. An axis we defy.
The idea             spun

Current as—:     an absolute
Value, faith presents        a gift

For our unboxing—: between poles.
We are the line women.

Hungry-handed transformers
Handed lightning—: bolts, striking.

Who wants to address     America?
When I stand in               between

Two poles, I am the absolute        value of
The lyric—: I have been

Where she stands.
Between poles she is the determinant

Of—: gravity. A force, she
Stands in| |for

Her own won now. Headline—:
No flag does justice.

She scales the staff
Herself—: unflagging,

She waves.

Copyright © 2022 by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 26, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.