Meditations On The Season, Beginning Anew

Clouds, dark and grey, stormy
Wind, calm and moist
Will it be?
Winter’s first snowflake?

Eyes, darting around, then lock
Glance away, then lock, again
Hearts pounding, palms sweaty
Will it be?
A first kiss?

Anticipation
For what you want
For what you love
Familiar, but new

Anticipation

For outfield grass, mowed to perfection
For foul lines, set with chalk
For infield dirt, reddish brown
Deep, deep reddish brown

Familiar, but new

Anticipation

For sliders
And fastballs
And change ups
And cutters
And curveballs
Those sexy, mystifying curveballs

Familiar, but new

Anticipation

For the dives
And leaps
And backhand grabs

For pirouetting shortstops
And seam-splitting first basemen
Stretching, stretching, stretching, stretching

Familiar, but new

Anticipation

For the pitchers duel
And the high-scoring affair
And the late-inning game knotted at three
Tension building

Familiar, but new

Anticipation

For what you want
For what you love
For baseball
Familiar, but new