How Can You Believe Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

I was not certain

what it would be like

what it would look like

what shape or form

it would take in the mind:

a bunker paradise

breathless

silent as a coffin

an expanse looking

half empty with hope

or half full in doubt

and a measured distance

12 feet to the hole

with snake eyes

tense yet iridescent

Yang kissed the ball

and a birdie putt exploded

in overflowing joy

and an echo resounded

relentless like a twister

as clenched fists

stamped history

advocated by Tiger Woods:

how can this be?

how can you believe

in what you see

but see it nonetheless?

with an Asian smile.