The seasons come and go,
speaking of Michaelangelo,
and as the heat gathers,
sports capture the only true constant.
In summer, there’s baseball,
In winter, football and basketball.
Team fortunes rise and fall,
as do my emotions when I follow
my Mets, Knicks and Giants.
I place myself on the field;
my own trials seem trivial.
Sports have always been my haven,
something mine, something to embrace.
I once dreamed of becoming a sportswriter,
but it proved too competitive for my timid soul.
But now sports are my refuge, my place on the couch,
providing warmth and light from the TV screen.
I wonder if Michaelangelo ever kicked a ball around.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME