ON THE COURT

I wake in a rush~ 
green, fuzzy, full of purpose  
until a racket smacks me  
into sudden enlightenment.  

I sail, spinning,  
seeing the world in fast-forward:  
white lines blurring,  
players grunting,  
the sun cheering me on  
like a loud, overexcited coach.  

I hear everything~  
the gasp when I clip the net,  
the groan when I bounce out,  
the triumphant whoop  
when I land exactly  
where someone wanted me.  

I think a lot, actually~ 
mostly about momentum,  
destiny,  
and why humans argue  
so passionately  
over where I land.  

But what I feel  
is the court beneath me~  
its clay, its grass, and grit~  
a brief, grounding moment  
before I’m launched again  
into the bright, chaotic ballet  
of being a ball  
with no say  
in where I’m going next.

11th grade12th gradehumorpersonification

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