Above the Park

go ahead

throw me the high heat

fever pitch

crowding shouts screams

give me the sign to swing away

miss by a mile

maybe more

or maybe I'll get lucky

make contact

beat out a slow roller to first

steal second

third

maybe I will stare into blue clouds above the park

rub dirt in my hands

move off base

feel my body leave me

racing straining diving with outstretched arms

hitting the ground with the force of gods

exploding suns

truth in the call

of safe

at home

JP Pestana October 12, 2016