The I of the Storm

Hardball
We Americans love our baseball metaphors.
We like to say: “There’s no in team.”
Now we watch the news, nervous to learn
what the dead-eye virus pitched today.

Some folks refuse to play ball: “I
won’t wear a mask,” they insist, “I
won’t let you trample my freedom, I
think your experts exaggerate, I

want to party at the bar, I
want to hang with babes at the beach.”
It’s no seventh-inning stretch to say
the dead-eye virus won’t give up the mound,

so every day’s another round of batting
strategy, of what can we do
and where can we go
without getting hit by the pitcher.

Copyright 2020 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in Sheltering with Poems by Bent Paddle Press
Photo by Chris Briggs at unsplash.com