Sweat is wet, it cools you down when you are hot.
It generally builds up on your forehead and if it’s not mopped off your brow it will continue on its travels.
When it gets into your eyes it stings because of the salt.
If it’s left alone it will trickle down the bridge of your nose until it reaches the tip.
From there on in it will continue on until it dampens your top lip.
If it’s not licked or wiped it will find its way on to your chin and then either drip on to your clothes or on to the floor.
It may decide to follow the contour of your chin as it makes its way down on to the front of your neck.
If you’re wearing a vest it will be absorbed so it won’t trickle down on to your chest, but if no vest is worn, it will continue on all forlorn.
Gravity will allow it to keep moving until it gets in between your toes.
From head to toe that’s how far sweat is prepared to flow.
We cannot forget that if we let sweat trickle down the small of our back it will invariably end up in the crack of our bum.
Which is no fun if you’re crouching behind a big burly rugby player locked into in a scrum.
A poem by Stephen Austwick