Wednesday, April 24, 2019

theft


i never considered
stealing anything
after all the act
is really just an act
against oneself
you never know when it'll all
come back to bite you
even a friendly dog has limits

let me qualify this
the only thing i ever stole
was second
third
and once home
what a feeling
pony league was all about
playing by the rules
which meant stealing

so it was important
for at least one of my sons
to become a catcher
with a rifle arm
those who steal
need to fear
a hard peg to the base

'course you could say
this is all harmless baseball talk
or maybe you're missing
the one chance to be more bold
taking that extra step off the bag
upsetting the rhythm of the game
which might not be a game at all

there's a theft about to happen
it's the only one that counts
the crowd is stirring for an upset
the pitcher fidgets in the stretch
you wipe the dust and sweat off your hands
     crouch like a feral cat
ready to spring free
sliding head first
arm extended
the tag is late
because you stole
the only thing worth stealing
     that head start instant
     that extra step

--- e b bortz

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good poem, captures baseball! Brings back memories of playing catcher in Little League, with Case Equipment, Lansdale PA... Let's play ball!