That Ballgame Life Poem by Nika McGuin

I am just like a basketball
on life's volatile court
How?

Well, sometimes I'm up
sometimes I'm down
my erratic emotions dribble
all over the sunkissed concrete
through the lanky legs, bouncing
over the chiseled shoulders, rolling
on a spindly fingertip, spinning
as the world whizzes by
in a watercolor blur

Some days,
I soar like a little sparrow
through every flaming hoop
giddy, without a care

And others,
I trail slowly along the pavement
like a ball, lost and deflated
trenched in the dank earth