At Bat

Nobody said there were holes

between my heart and home plate

a place dark and eerie

where ghosts

be you with an invisible bat.

 

I killed them

by throwing away my hardball

then pulled my cap

over my eyes

fell into a chasm

filled with home run dreams.

 

That was when

a man ran over my mind

on his way to play catch

with a softball.

 

He never saw any places

to plummet

because he play alone,

but then the visions,

which gave playing

its power,

always eluded his mitt.