The Brush of Your Hand…

The brush of your hand across my shoulder
Sends fire into my cheeks, burning away
My confidence, waning as the sun over the horizon.
I would chase you until morning
Dazzled as the night brightens your strawberry hair
Undone by the moonlight framing hazel eyes that
Always smile against a masterpiece rendered
In countenance, sublime in its glowing reflection.

Let my love rest beside your form, holding
Tightly your features till dawn snatches
You from my grasp, and memory dreams
Along the snarling contours of day.
I await the night and the fragrance preceding your touch.

All My Dreams Rise on Thermals

All my dreams rise on thermals
Unhindered in the waning sun
Seeking a fresh perch for the night.

Its beauty keeps them aloft
Silver beams streak like towers of pure light
Reflected and filtered by the moon.

They lay down tracks to usher in
Milky Way and her sister Andromeda,
Their diamond gowns shimmering as life itself.

I Enter the Forest at Night

I enter the forest at night
Search for a glade and rest
My tools I lay on the ground
Worlds apart, alive with sound

Hours I pass listening to songs
Played out infinitely
My eyes adjust to the dark
Set my sight, enlist my mark

Barrel and scope point assurance
Ranging through the moonlight
My target comes into view
Minutes down, seconds ensue

Accommodation of fresh eyes
Clearly see through the night
I set my finger in place
Press down, capture time and space

Simple Lives Do Not Exist

Simple lives do not exist
Except in imagined states
Uncluttered by emotion or
Cooked inside the pressures
Of human desire, detached
From feeling, yet scarred
By its result.

Always, another stands by
Waiting to exaggerate
The faults of our simple
Humanity, like Cassius
And Brutus arguing friendship.
But friendship cannot exist
Inside the constraints of power.

Never again (but I cannot
Say never) would we succumb
Under the weight of unmet
Expectation should we see the
Depths to which complexity
Overwhelms simplicity,
Humanity overwhelms perfection
And simple lives do not exist.

Sheer Determination Propels Player on Home Run

One thing you need to know about me: I love baseball. I love watching baseball, playing baseball, and great stories about baseball. So, I wanted to share with you one of the best moments I’ve seen in baseball this year.

I saw an article on Yahoo! Sports (I’ll post the link at the end of this post) about Sean Smith. He plays baseball in the independent Atlantic League for the York Revolution. Because he plays in an independent league, this means his club has no affiliation at all with any Major League baseball entity. He doesn’t get paid much at all and likely has to work a day job in order to play. I don’t know how much Sean Smith makes, but many independent league players play for as little as $150 a week. They play for the love of the game and to chase their dreams.

This brings us to what happened last night. Smith’s team is playing in game 3 of the playoffs and trailing by one run. Smith steps up to the plate and smacks a game-tying home run over the left field fence. Then things went horribly wrong. As he rounded first base, he fell to the ground in obvious pain. The umpire checked on him and Smith told him his right knee was “gone.”

Let’s break a moment from the story to explain a bit about the home run rule. If a batter hits a ball over the outfield fence in fair territory, it is considered a home run. The player gets a free pass around the bases and scores a run, but there’s a catch. In order for that run to count, the batter must circle the bases completely without any assistance. If the batter is unable to do that, the run does not count.

Sean Smith knew this. So what did he do? He pulled himself up onto to one leg and hopped around the bases, scoring the tying run. He didn’t have any assistance, but he had plenty of support. First, the entire stadium of fans stood and cheered, loudly, to encourage him. He obviously got a boost of adrenaline from their support because he picked up speed and bumped his chest as he rounded the bases. When he crossed home plate, his entire team waited there to carry him off the field, cheer him on, and get him the medical attention he needed. He got the worst news possible, a torn ACL.

But he didn’t leave the park. He stayed to root for his teammates as they won their game. Through the course of this one at bat, he showed more guts, determination, and will power than many people show in a lifetime. And he did with the support of fans and teammates.

I’ll let you decide the lesson in that story, the details of Sean Smith’s emotional moment and the support he received as he rounded the bases. As for me, I hope I can be just as determined and accomplish my goals with my family, friends, and supporters cheering me the whole way.

http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/mlb-big-league-stew/indy-leaguer-tears-acl-after-hitting-home-run–hops-around-bases-on-one-leg-075232784.html?soc_src=copy

USA Today