I met a woman who was a poet.
She suffered from severe bouts of depression.
She loved baseball.
It was the only thing we had in common.
We spoke excitedly about the Red Sox
Who, at the time, were in the middle of the post-season,
A season when they went on to win the World Series.
At the end of our conversation she said
“Isn’t it wonderful to love something so much?”
I often think of that moment
And know the words she spoke were a gift.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME