Play Ball
I am
standing
waiting
out in left field.
My arm is raised
poised
waiting,
ready to catch.
The ball is in the air
high
high above me
so very high.
I run
I have no option
there is no choice
but there is
always
a choice.
I run to left field
the ball catches a breeze
and curves to the right side of the field
the wrong side of the field.
Yet
my arm is outstretched
ready to make the catch
yet
it’s the wrong arm
the wrong side
yet
it’s my arm
any side
either arm
and both arms
and it is
and they are
outstretched
to both sides
ready to make the catch
and then
the sun gets in my eyes.