First Pitch

First Pitch

 

 

Pitcher throws his pitch

Into the air

A fast ball done with flair

Whizzing onward it flies

 

His throat tightens

As he follows through

Glances slightly to look at you

But only slightly then his eyes returns

 

Ball scarped suddenly

Losing momentum in the air

His brown eyes stare

At the catcher’s glove

 

No longer a strike

Ball landed too low

And came in slow

Breaking his record

 

He hears the fat umpire

Without sorrow calling the ball

In slow motions he watches the call

He has three more chances to get the out

 

An alphabet of things done wrong

Unpolished this eight-year-old

Shuffles his feet wanting to be gold

Lamentations heard in the stands