Assignment #1: Write a poem about Baseball and God
Last night was my first open mic night experience at Monk’s Coffee Shop. I’ll post my poems on here as I have the guts to do so. Until then, here’s a sweet one I heard on the radio today. Well timed.
And on the ninth day, God
In His infinite playfulness
Grass green grass, sky blue sky,
Separated the infield from the outfield,
Formed a skin of clay,
Assigned bases of safety
On cardinal points of the compass
Circling the mountain of deliverance,
Fashioned a wandering moon
From a horse, a string and a gum tree,
Tempered weapons of ash,
Made gloves from the golden skin of sacrificial bulls,
Set stars alight in the Milky Way,
Divided the descendants of Cain and Abel into contenders,
Declared time out, time in, stepped back,
And thundered over all of creation:
“Play ball!”
by Philip E. Burnham, Jr. from Housekeeping: Poems Out of the Ordinary
