Daily Archives: September 18, 2021

A Dusting of Grass and Sand

Was it delerium
that set in
when Gretchen slid
into second base?

The softball went aloft
as the pitcher wound
an arm back,
slingshot into the heart
of the midday sun.

Her hands,
her face,
her knees
I’d have wept to see
such pretty things
dirtied by grass and sand,
but I was in the press box
nursing a sore hand.

That’s what you get
when you handwrite letters
instead of voice-to-text memos,
but I guess in the end
it makes no difference
what I see or don’t see.

Gretchen only likes to slide
into second base
when she doesn’t believe
her team can lose
and not because
she’s so good at it.

— yiqi 18 September 2021 6:58 pm


I don’t know why this poem came to me when I was watching/listening to this Chinese drama.