That reach is what I remember –
In a time that stretched
Like a distant ball
Clasped in both hands;
A globe of time
The rapture of unreserved
No trials to drag one downOnly team-mates and the ball;
The occasional stumble of pain cured
By the purgative power of play.
In adulthood - the hourGets shorter; led
Like sheep to the slaughter;
Too many rules -
Deprived of time and its tools,They say - hardship keeps us
on the ball,
But these days -
I don’t like it when I fall.