The Battle I Crave

In the box with overpowered silence Dripping with sweaty tension Wanting glory…fearing three Those eyes precise measured quarry Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready Stilly prepared…ironed gripping White pale streak of the assailing foe Red seamed threads spinning unseen Coursing in…aimed true A crack that exhales the collective breathe Eruption within the faceless crowd Cacophony…movement’s flurry Charging towards the much sought prize Just for the chance to be victorious Guarded…standing strong Diving headlong toward canvas safety Outstretched beyond human limit Colliding wreck…jarring hard Percussive thump of stitched tooled leather A thumb shot skyward yelling failure The cheering…mixed jeering Screaming sighs…and whistled respect God I love baseball…