I have been traveling,
but I am not really playing,
at least not yet
and I am still at home.
Swaggy from China wants to go to see the Timberwolves play,
a real NBA game, he says.
I’ve never really cared much for such things,
aside from the roar of the crowd and the passion of others,
but maybe I am the fool…
is God in the game?
when the tired school gymnasiums are filled for a day with pews for worship,
she stands at the free-throw line,
shooting hoops in a neon jumpsuit
while the choir sings and the preacher makes final amendments to his words,
the congregation eyeing the windows with subtle yearning.
prerequisites for a bouncing rubber orb on shining wooden floors,
spilled soda, sticky on the concrete,
the smell of stale popcorn and sweaty enthusiasm,
racing sausages and hints of a dormant desire to defile.
What an ego to toss the word “nature” around as we do.
“The natural world”
“The great outdoors”
Pre-teens looking back at childhood’s smiles with a smirk and rolled eyes,
no interest in those who have survived a few years longer either,
“I am at the top and always will be!”
…but I have been traveling;
the whistle cries, shrill.
I step to the court.