The Seahawks and the New Jerusalem

I always imagined
it would be like
the Seahawks
winning the Superbowl.

The impossible
become reality
people flooding
the streets
showers of beer
tears, laughter,
and pig piles.

Doors opened
strangers welcomed
as long lost relatives:
drinks bought
before names
are learned.

The victory
remembered
and celebrated
into eternity
as if it were present.
The win lived
as continuous
the Fourth Quarter
forever just finished.

But then I remember
when they lost:
the injustice
and depression
setting in
growing as
the game progressed;
impotence made
evident.

The loss became present
in every game played since:
the hope forever disappointed.

If it’s like winning the Superbowl
I wonder who lost.
How is the victory ours
if it was watched on television?