BASEBALL, YOU HAD NO RIGHT *

Baseball, you had no right
to disturb the flow of the seasons.
Your strike put a monkey wrench
into the natural order of things.
How dare you tamper with
the celestial workings of the universe?
I could never face spring without you.
You disappeared like a long-lost lover.
But all is forgiven; you are back!
I can’t wait for the crack of the bat,
the roar of the crowd,
the perfect pleasure of
the familiarity of the sport I love.
I do not know how many seasons I have left,
but I am grateful for your return.
Baseball, you had no right to abandon me,
but now I welcome you back with open arms.