There you are
just you for a moment
participating in the sport where everyone
is masked and carrying their own weapon.

There you are
smiling beneath it all
feeling a focus
and a freedom like no other.
Thinking, but not time to think
like chess at 300 miles per hour.

There you are
in technique, tactics,
actions, mobility, speed,
methodology, finesse
and improvisation.

There you are alone,
where all time stands still,
within yourself,
under your mask, beyond your weapon.


For the love of the moment.



(from America Fencing Magazine)