Double

Crouching, dangerous.

waving the bat

over his glinting helmet,  

he waits,

scanning the field

for any weakness,

any hole

to fill

with his power.

When the coiled arm pulls back

and releases blinding fire

down the narrow lane,

he swings.

The high arc,

bright spot in the dark,

decays and strikes

just within

right field’s highest

limit.

Resting at last,

poised, hands on hips

he surveys the game

from a whole, new

point-of-

view.

(2 July 2014)