This piece seems more appropriate for the off-season, but I think it can work just as well in June. After all, there are still those moments before and after games, and times when the home team is on the road and the home stadium sits silent. Even a Little League field can speak to you, if you sit and listen.
This piece was Spitball Magazine‘s Baseball Poem of the Month in June 2013, so clearly I’m not the only one who thinks it’s a good June poem.
Empty ballparks speak.
It’s true, you know.
They are not just empty spaces
Surrounded by tiers of empty seats.
They speak with silent eloquence
Of green grass and ghosts
Of ball games past
And promises of ball games to come.
You have to relax and listen.
Consider it therapy