A Time My World Changed Poem v. 2

What if?

That incredibly familiar yet
intensely satisfying smell
inundates my nostrils

Spring

It’s the game that I love, the same
brown dirt, the same
plush grass, the same
sunflower seeds, the same
pleasure

But something’s different
A new
field, coach, team
chance

My eyes fix on the pitch…
CRACK

My heart leaps
adrenaline floods my body
and my legs churn

I’m a policeman
patrolling centerfield
trying to catch a five-ounce needle
in a thousand square foot haystack

I’ve done this before, but the
pressure
I am Atlas, holding the weight of the world on my shoulders

Well… at least the weight of my world

It’s too far
I leap
muscles strain
tendons stretch

Leather hits leather and the ball
drops