|Angelique Kerber wins the Wimbledon Championship 2018|
Because what I love best is the sweat,
swift force of will supplanting strength,
forehand cross-court with enough spin
to take your head off. Watch the racquet
warp above her glare, fighter pilot’s
propeller throttling on the ascent,
dent after dent in her opponent’s
confidence, winners she’s no right to hit.
Who wouldn’t want to watch that, grit
and graft above effortless grace?
Beauty’s for amateurs; success a story
of setback, repetition. Persistence
makes the moment you’ll watch again
and again, a burst of chalk or clay
as time and space bend to make way.
poem by Ben Wilkinson
image: Angelique Kerber wins Wimbledon 2018