Playing Catch

The sound of bouncing Echoes down the staircase Pounding against the doors Of all my rooms Out into the world, out of my reach Too swift for my eyes Almost too fast To remember the brush of happiness Or old winds that blew me down, And left me bruised, battered and hurt From this distance The game rules are few… We catch what we can Over our heads, under our feet Playing to win, admitting defeat Some balls can’t be stopped They come out of nowhere… Changing directions, Sometimes caught, Sometimes not, Some lost in tall grasses Skipping from a slippery grasp, never to be found again Will the ones that slip through fingers Be found by someone who plays to win? Who is out to play the game? Will they stumble, or will they fall? Will they play the game at all? When they reach out To catch the ball? Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Play Ball"