a backyard is an acreage
when you are only
one
and the big ball is kicked
to the far end
and you set out
on hands and knees
little legs pumping in opposing rhythm
to small hands
plowing through
prickly august grass
one goal in mind: GET THAT BALL!
brown eyes focused
oblivious to those
that can walk to the ball
at three times the speed
you just persevere
and finally grasp ball in both pudgy arms
and smoothly manoeuver to sitting position
ball in lap
satisfied
