A poet and a what?
He stood on the edge of a field,
gazing out to horizon trees
capped with sunset clouds.
He drew a deep draught
of cold autumn air,
flavored in wood smoke
spiced with wild rice roasting.
He made up some verses
of wild goose migrations,
over burnished bronze acres
and early frost colors.
He remembered bright music
of late season streams
accented with rustling leaves,
on a walk through a forest
just hours before.
He turned at a call of his name,
and trotted across flattened grass
to a place among gathered friends.
He donned a black helmet
with eagles embossed
in gold on each side,
then bounded downfield
and smashed the snot
from a guy with a football.
Casey Mack (2004)
Your poetry is wonderful. I close my eyes and I can just see all the sights, smell all the smells. It’s wonderful when we can see ourselves as many things, and be many things– not just be put into boxes by society, or by ourselves. Yes, you can be a poet AND a football player. 
Not incongruent; multifaceted, whole, complete, human…
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