That moment when the pitcher waits,
catcher crouches at home plate,
silence settles like a weight...
...all breaths are held,
no ball propelled,
no cheers are yelled...
...and then beneath the wide blue sky,
the pitch is flung, the ball glides by,
and time, again, begins to fly.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Wonderful! Just in time for baseball season...ReplyDelete
Can't wait for opening day!ReplyDelete