As one who works with words, to have them abandon me is frustrating.
This morning, a poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. came to mind. And while it may seem overly dramatic, I hope it gives you some idea of what surprisingly touched me to my core as I moved toward the light of the an arena filled with more than 60,000 people. It most aptly describes the first five seconds of my personal Olympic experience - five seconds that I hope to hold forever.
- Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
- And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
- Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
- of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
- You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
- High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
- I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
- My eager craft through footless halls of air....
- Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
- I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
- Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
- And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
- The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.