Touch and Go

When the game begins, I do not fret, The ball about to be tipped. It bounces toward me, and I immediately feel The urge to drive and kick. It comes to me, a decision I must make, I do not have much time to think. As soon as I feel the texture of leather, The ball is in my court. Defense begins to clamp its claws tightly, In fear of what is to come. I feel the ball leaving my fingertips, And watch it swish through the net. A battle we face throughout the game, The clash of effort and hustle. As time winds down, we begin to feel We have won the battle this time. Touch and Go 4/6/21 Donna Moody