Coming out of the match, we were struck
by darkness - intimate, it
breathed on our eyeballs
and we could smell rain.

Used as we were to halogen
flatness, the pitch
steady Astroturf and our skill
clear as acrylic, we looked right through
the harsh wavelengths
at the grunt and push of the ball.
We couldn't see the air we swam in
until we surfaced from our lit box.