“What’s that girl doing here?”
Anger, frustration,
Redemption in mind.
Wind rustling the grass and leaves.
A perfect day for baseball.
Occupying the field,
Sweat glistening on my forehead.
A hit,
Down the third base line,
Scooped up,
Thrown at me.
Caught!
Out!
Up at the plate,
Bat in hand,
Staring forward in pure concentration,
Here comes the pitch down the plate.
Swing!
Crack!
Flying in deep right field.
Adrenaline pumping,
Feet pounding,
Rounding each base at a time.
Sliding at home.
Oh the joy!
“Good Game!”
Satisfied, pride,
My skills proven.