I drive down the court
Eyes up, hands pumping
Legs in rhythm
Lift, rise, release
...
How do I describe my God,
where do I even start?
Where do you begin with One,
who Is and Wert and Art?
...
What was and what wasn’t
What is and what isn’t
Occupy most of our thoughts
...
I have a love in my life
To do what is good
To do what is needed
To do what I should
...
When asked to write this poem of “Me”
I first had to look at myself and see
what made me who I am and then
decide how best to use my pen.
...
Basketball Dreams
I drive down the court
Eyes up, hands pumping
Legs in rhythm
Lift, rise, release
Score
I dream of this
Hope for and wish
Waiting for my chance to show
What all the work has been for
But not today
Maybe next time
Some other game
When coach remembers me
Sitting on the bench
Waiting
Ready
To go
In