I was tackled;
no one said there would be tackling.
I was chased down the field;
no one said I'd be running scared.
I swung bats at imaginary balls;
"Whose side am I on?" I cried.

"Life!"
"Work!"
"Relationships!"

Something wooden whacked the back of my head.
I saw stars.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.