Into Air

By Marion Shea-Light

It leaves the bat
and soars
high into the atmosphere.
Cutting through the clouds
it touches the mist,
wetting the ball
with nature’s tears.

 

0 Replies to “Into Air”

  1. I love this poem! And that’s my favorite type of home run — the high, soaring one with a great arc. Thanks for this!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *