Little League

by Carolin Messier


On rainy grey days

when the swings and slides

are abandoned

for story books and dress-up,

lego blocks and finger paints,

I can still hear the coaches’ calls

and children’s excitement

from the adjacent baseball diamond.

Unlike the fair-weather pros

they pitch, bat, and run

in all weather

and I am comforted

by their sounds

of pure love of the game.