says he blends in
like a zebra on the high veldt
striped by long shadows.
His smile says we have won,
beating the odds;
His raised fist signals joy
simple, heartfelt.
Belonging holds its opposite
as the clenched fist
includes its threat.
But he beams out over leagues
of busy air, without a cloud
to dim his sunshine,
proud of his team,
which has done him proud.