Day 7

Opening Day
April 7, 2009

In the grand (slam) scheme of life,
a solid line drive to center
is no more significant
than a single blade of grass
or a breathless puff of chalk –

a clean base hit is neither
medicine nor economics,
politics nor jurisprudence,
penance nor forgiveness –

but when the sun reflects
off my glass just so,
when the afternoon is as
endless as a clear blue sky
and obligations just as distant,

there is nothing more significant
than a single blade of grass.