What once was is again.

 

 

For a moment

brief

the final seconds before

a ball

bearing into left field

glove out stretched

to touch

elation as the ball

nestles into leather

 

that moment is back.

what felt to be lost

is found

the ball

arching into the glove

the hand reaching in

showing the crowd the ball.

 

it is

ball nestled in glove

a feeling of success

a feeling of hope

even elation

showing the ball to the crowd.

 

what was

the ball nestling in the glove

again

different

similar

but new

and the same.

 

And we can laugh again

eyes twinkling

looking at the crowd

looking at the ball

is it was again,

is again

will always be…

Things change

the puzzle I’ve been working on

pieces on the floor

in the heating vent

the dishwasher

on the back porch

each unique

some growing wings,

flying off into the night

others,

shattered

quiet small pieces

and I cannot find them.

I look, high and low but

they are

gone.

And I am left with questions

was S

once B

Did B fit S

or did they both break

shatter

shards falling to the ground

pieces lost forever.

I am confused.

My puzzle

more complex

more pieces

and a nagging doubt

S

B

two pieces

one piece

one answer?

I do not understand.

And my puzzle

now lost

resembles something I once knew.

I cannot see the edges

but the image carries a memory.

if only I could know.

if only I could see.

Was S once B.

the lights on are inside my home

but I can’t go inside…

I am afraid of what I might see

scared of what might be…

Its been so long since I’ve been home

and the world is different now…