Volleyball In the Rafters

Above the public pool a volleyball so cool stuck for years in the rafters Someone’s breath of life trapped in it’s bladder Evidence of their lingering presence, me wondering if they ever pondered the relevance of the essence they left behind? Singsong thoughts turn inward … What about me? In all the places I’ve been, pieces of me, residual traces of myself left behind, cast away! Small links, unforgotten, faithfully preserved by old friends— threads of connection reinforced by timeless bonds— who keep my words, moves (dancing!), and shared memories as precious cargo, cherished keepsakes, A clear reminder that I exist! I matter! I’m something much more than simply air I breathe on an unremembered day … Like that beautiful volleyball in the rafters W I L S O N ! ! !