...Turn at Bat

 

At bat

I am

As my eyes close

I feel where I am

Why I am there

What I need to do

And where I want to send

  Myself

And I will send myself far

 Further outside the stands

Than those standing

      to catch me

   hoping to be the lucky one

    The Lucky one

 

And I feel where I am

And I grip myself well enough

And

 When opposition hurls itself at me

I greet it

I meet it

And send it on its way

And as I soar

And as high as I soar

 It is forgotten

Whether how foul

 Or caught down below

 

At bat

I close my eyes

And I am a hit

Because I am at bat

 And the stands are reaching

For me