April 1. At work.
Sitting on the edge of my seat.
Radio on.
Volume barely audible.
In a stuffy office
of buttoned-down collars
and billable hours.
I’m wound up — excited.
Game on!
Attempting to concentrate on work,
knowing it’s impossible.
Don’t let the excitement be seen.
A friend emails, “ Are you at work today
or at home in front of the TV?”
Another friend sent a “Happy Opening Day” card
converted from a birthday card
because Hallmark doesn’t make them. (Their mistake.)
A cousin sends a message:
“Happy opening day!”
They know.
It’s nice to be understood.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME