You may feel about the planet what
you feel about a great baseball team or band:
that once there was a moment when, unknown
to us at the time, we convened
and lost and found ourselves in what we created.
Who should I thank for this day?
A fresh-mown lawn is a robin's repast.
A bear a black bear a rolling delicately dancing
graceful as silence sailing through the ferns and
understory
unafraid and in no hurry.
My musician referral service, vacation rental business,
nonprofit management system, plant identification
database,
great American songbook and anthology of poems.
Coach says
in a thousand years back and forth games like lacrosse
and soccer
will be played against genetically engineered primates
but baseball will be played solely by humans.
In a thousand years, amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem