Grown men playing a game for love
and maybe for money
in uniforms barely changed
since the 1920’s.
Men named Santana and Hernandez
play with a stick and a ball,
hitching and tugging at their clothes,
pulling at goatees, leaning, squinting,
scratching, digging a cleat in,
mostly doing little or nothing,
until it is time
to make gravity disappear,
and slow down time
for as long as it takes
to make me and every other man
remember how that felt.