anthem & double-header
by James Como (August 2017)
Homeplate, Paul Ward
I miss being part of it, now I’m broken.
Let me tell you what I mean.
Tracking the ball, a lean path,
then snatching it cold.
Back-to-the-infield, over the shoulder,
nailing the fool who thought it would fall.
“Isn’t he older? Can he be that quick?”
On the bases taking third: intuitive call.
Or hitting a bloop, see them blinking,
then, when they’re in, going deep for a song.
Fake here, dart there, always thinking.
Yet these together (even the errors?)
were not the greatest joy. An epiphany:
daily life, that fading quotidian, is the fiction.
Hah. It is the field cannot be undone:
the geometry within, exacting and true,
the expanse beyond, a sky blue but tricky.
An intelligent design, one world, whole,
no field of dreams this: rather the
Real Thing, where abideth a Soul.
James Como is the author, most recently, of The Tongue is Also a Fire: Essays on Conversation, Rhetoric and the Transmission of Culture . . . and on C. S. Lewis (New English Review Press, 2015).