Aquatic Inference Engine

kick a soccer ball from the corner
spinning an arc 30º out and above a field of white lines and green grass
corded musculature in high relief
leg swung round the broken minute hand of a
clock
head down, one arm spun back, the other slashed down
diagonal
across his chest
torqued dreads in a swirl
the force lines of rotation in all things
the ball, the globe, the galaxy, universe
sending beads of sweat in radiant lines
to catch the klieg lights
tearing your eyes
because there’s beauty like that
in every day