the picture is a vacant infield and empty seats.
i’ve seen that sort of a picture before;
but this one got me thinking
about the people we encounter through our short long short life,
an endless cast of characters.
it got me thinking about the baseball lineup card
and never knowing who scribbles our name in for each game
but since it’s our life,
our name is penciled in every day; rain or shine.
we get space cadet left field or buddha focus third base,
psyche em’ out pitcher,
one day it’s bullpen catcher,
another it’s grounds crew.
and as long as we pierce turnstiles every eyes open morning,
our name is on the scorecard,
* even as voyeurs, we’re never alone.
broken bats baseball on
why a stolen base?