Credo

This blog will contain more than letter-formatted posts.  I fancy myself a poet, so poems are inevitable. This particular poem is a sort of credo, containing things I believe in and exploring the contradictions of myself through a baseball motif.

Perspective: A Credo

If I ever root for the Cubs in this life, or any of my next lives, I'll go to Wrigley and hope

a drunk fan knocks me out for good with a fallen brick.  I believe in line drive hitters, ground ball

pitchers, the gray between the lines, winner's luck, a good defense, the pitch

that misses the sweet swing, sacrifices, honesty, and stealing

home.  I write to upset the cool businessmen in the party suite, and my words

are a salve for the fans scalded in the upper deck steam.  I am the victory

parade and the eight-game losing streak.  I don't think true love exists, but my soul

mate is going to be six foot two and handsome.  I am the dropped ball and the home run. I play

in shallow thinking and dive into the deep issues. I am the perfect

game and the ten earned runs. I love; but I fight

just as well.  I see the climbing baseball, the ball-busting catch, the opponent-spiking slide, and

my angle is off, my lens a bit dirty, my shutter too slow, but sometimes-- I think I get it right.