Raising Wild Horses

Raising Wild Horses

Thundering down court,
galloping across a floorboard prairie.
The thunk of the ball against the backboard
like hooves on dried dirt.
The sweet squeal of white shoes,
arms wide embracing air.
step - leap,
a chest pass,
a sprawling heap.
Curling hands, reaching high,
nudging closer to the net on the gym horizon.
Settling into the nest like a sweet kiss home.
The curve of the body,
the curve of the earth.
in hands, jumping, batting, grabbing,
hair swinging shorts hiked up,
licking the palm to the shoe
as the gates close at the free-throw line.

Author: Barbara A Meier

Photo: D W on Unsplash