Watching the Rain While Stuck Inside At Work

 

A Tangle of Creatures Part 2

 

A Tangle of Creatures Part 1

 

Being 40 Is... #3

 

Being 40 Is... #2

 

The Tribal Crooner In His Finest Orange Suit

 

Being 40 is... #1

 

Seeing Eye to Eye

 

A BMX Space Collage

 

Dirt Bike Art

 

Scuba Diver Art

 

The Arachnid Kaleidoscope

 

Dirt bike / Motocross Art

 

A Poem Called The Year I Forgot Why Sports Are Interesting

2018,

The year I forgot why sports are interesting.

I’ve felt it fade, slowly degrade, over the last couple years.

But now it’s gone.

No interest at all.

Depleted, a well of dust.

Why did I care so much?

Why did I wear other peoples’ names on my back?

Why did their accomplishments make me smile?

Why did their failures make me wince, weep?

What’s interesting about seeing someone hit a ball?

Throw a ball,

Catch a ball?

Honestly, I can’t recall,

and I feel so foolish for how deeply it once mattered. 

I have my life.

My own hits and misses to be concerned with.

If I strike out, I feel it: Sorrow.

So I know I’m still a human,

but I feel so far away from that foundation I was raised on.

I’ve forgotten where the Shortstop should shift,

When to throw a change-up,

or even what that pitch entails.

I can’t quite clearly visualize the infield fly rule like i used to…

and I don’t mourn the absence of that knowledge.

I only wonder why it ever mattered at all.

2018,

The year I forgot why sports are interesting.

Hair of the Rainbow