They Are Frozen

They are frozen

The frame has caught

Them between

Movement and breath

Ali stands over Liston

His skin stretched tight

Muscles full of blood

Liston lies on the canvas

Arms over his head in

Involuntary surrender

It is that moment when

They both realize

It is over

And I, looking backward

Past my range of sight

My range of me

To a time I was not

Anywhere, a place

Of nothingness, of

Yet-to-be

A place that can

Bring me terror

When I contemplate

Yet-to-not-be

Look at them frozen

And gasp