midair

a pitcher has a unique position
the ability to control how the ball travels
the speed, the curve, a knuckle or none
the catcher gives the cue as to what might be best

ready at the mound
hand behind my back
waiting for the number, the cue
was that a one or a two
pull the ball up into my mitt
preparing to throw the arc
i release it, rolling through my fingertips
a launch into the unknown
hoping for a certain outcome
trusting the catcher to be there

but the bat strikes, loud and hard
sending it soaring past third base
leaving me hanging midair
for what I don’t suspect… a foul ball
a hit, but a strike nonetheless

was it a misunderstood hint from the catcher
or did I trust him too much with my ball
now the ball is out
and I’m caught midair

a lopsided ball

love is like a lopsided ball
it starts off all full and round
sometimes perfectly so
and after a while
the air inside and outside
adjusts and shifts it
to match surroundings
it becomes distorted
one way or another
either from lack of air
weird placement
what have you
you try to roll it
the ball goes off course
you try to sit on it
and it doesn’t cooperate
but once you’ve got it
it can keep you balanced
shows you not everything
has to be perfect
all anything really needs
is to fit in with what is there
so… love is like a necessary,
quirky and lopsided ball.

Your Best Friend

Honesty is like your very best friend.
Honesty allows you to be your true self.
When honesty hurts you, it’s for your own good.
Honesty gives everything to you straight up, as is…
–offering the truth even when lies are preferable.
Honesty doesn’t need to ask for forgiveness.
Time or distance doesn’t matter to true honesty.
Honesty never hides something from you.
Honesty will never take you down a notch
–for its own personal gain.
Fairness is honesty’s middle name.
And lastly, everything that’s honest is genuine.
Now that’s your very best friend.