Too often, I have been witnessed
to produce strike after strike,
chasing after another breaking ball-
low and inside. Now, in the heat
of this inning of my life, I am
recommitted to slowing down,
to allow myself to enter that sweet
spot where even the minutiae of moments
stops on a dime- as if suspended in time.
Bring on your best pitcher throwing
his nastiest stuff and I will stand
here, watching the slomo play out
before these watchful eyes. The time
of striking out has come and gone,
now that I see beyond appearances-
way deep within the quantum collision
of molecules. Come on, I dare you,
throw me another breaking ball, low and inside.