Glory March

Here is the moment.
The band plays the victory march.
My eyes freeze
as I step into the icy water.
Baptise me,
I have seen the light!
The glory sprint,
the row to victory.

The tide advances and
the years wash me smooth.
Sifting through the sands,
I trace the random flotsam
of a life
to this fully formed moment;
the glory march.