On Deck

Break out of the dugout.

Shirt tucked in, hair pulled back.

Solid aluminum. My trembling hands reach, sensing the life

–hits – homeruns – celebrations – frustrations – strikeouts – heartbreaks - tears

I stand there with history. I stand there with painful determination.

I watch from the circle.

I watch someone else in a world so close to me that I can’t even imagine myself there.

Their eyes are fixed. See how the feet move. Teeth clenched. See the hands firmly grip the

Watch the natural.

Stand ready

Stand the same

Stand alone


Watching the hit – the slice – the power – the cheering – the strength – the love – the dedication – the practice

The home run.

On deck.

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