Just a little poem

Ball Feeding

The Ball. Leaves his racket.
Bright. Brilliant. Bold. green.
Your eyes. Follow its movement.
Fixing. Focusing.
An invisible tunnel exists
Between you and
The Ball. Shielding everything but
The Ball
Wait.
It's crossing the net.
GO!
A moment's hesitation. You
Shuffle towards
The Ball reaches the ground
Heading past. You
Rush the swing. Racket
Hooks The Ball at the tip.
It goes out.
NO! I WANT TO SEE THAT
EARLY PREPARATION!
Another One. Leaves his racket.
Shuffling, you move into position.
Turning, you prepare your swing.
Sizing up the ball, you call your play.
In one fluid motion you release the energy conserved.
Thud.
Sweet spot hits the ball squarely,
Propelling it in a beautiful arc,
Over the net.
YES. THAT'S RIGHT!
Your smile. That sense of satisfaction.

Daryl

Haha, I wrote this poem yesterday (the day before econs test). Obviously, I received some inspiration and decided on penning my thoughts down rather than reading about monopoly and all that shit. Hope you like it. =)