turning in a scorecard of absence...

I was over par in my dream

I stood along the 7^th fairway

there were hundreds of tables

food and wares set up

for some kind of function

celebrating the town’s orphans

there were roaming packs

of boisterous kids

they kept stealing my golf balls

seemed there was enough light to play

though I kept wondering why

the pro shop sold me a ticket

I hardly had room to make a swing

and at one point I took off my shoes

to retrieve a ball I hit into the water

and when I turned around with my found Titleist

my shoes were gone

it was as if this world had turned upside down

and all the quiet sanctuaries were being taken

by children who had for most of their lives been ignored

it is hard to say if I was angry or just dismayed

though I attempted to play on

the pursuit of perfection

a connection to kinetic and potential

with each articulation of limb and thought

I ought to carry my bag back to the car

but I resisted and insisted on getting through

each pocket of laughter and mischief

covering each blade of grass

as if the rain turned sugar

and the ants had dreams too

children they were

seeking two legs

and my skies that were blue

EJR ©