BASEBALL LOVE Back

The muscles in my legs work hard

to carry me to the end

where field meets trees.

 

Ribbons of light invade my vision

before I soar, a clownish dancer,

stretch to capture the ball,

one arm hopelessly extended.

 

The ball ricochets off an aspen tree,

bent forward like a catcher,

then thumps hard into the earth.

Wet and painted with blades of grass,

it slips away as I bend to retrieve it.

 

Hysterical laughter from across the field.

He is flat on his back, clasping his stomach,

hair wildly woven with mouse brown leaves.

 

I glare across the emerald field,

embrace my mitt and then unwind,

send the ball whirring, vibrating

the air that divides us.

 

One arm shoots up from his bed of grass.

He catches it with a perfect pop.

I sink to my knees and laugh and laugh

and smell the sweet October earth.

 

It embraces my body

as I will soon embrace my lover,

crawling to me, knees wet with dew.