A tribute to baseball

All eyes on him-- a pause from the action
All breath is short in anticipation of that whinding
Pitch.
Will it curve, will it spin, will he bawlk?
All wait and pause holding breath in until he presses play.
Strike him out! They shout from the stands.
But his thoughts are not the same as the crowd.
His arm in is on auto pilot as he throws the ball.
Strike ONE, Strike TWO, Strike THREE!!! YOU'RE OUT!
And a smile covers the pitchers face.
Not because of the ahnilaltion of his opponent but
Because she smiled as he lay there stroking her hair while she slept.
And that's all he could think about.


I wrote this poem about 9 years ago. I recently found an old notebook from my SVC creative writing class. I loved that class. This isn't one of my best poems but I like it. I like it because it is based an a real person and a real situation. It's about a guy I used to know who used to be a pitcher and he loved his girlfriend. I took both things and combined them making the serene memory of his morning with his girlfriend the reason for his no-hitter. Love can inspire us all to do great things if we are open to it.
I am so glad that I found my notebook because reading made me remember how uneffected I used to be. I used to dream more and see the world as a beautiful and inspiring place with endless possibilities and I was going to be a participant in it. Now, I sadly admitt, I am rather a passive observer with cynical objectivity that I allow to cloud my awe and wonder. Somthings gotta change. I want the old me back.