the drive the wiffle

wiffle ball in many states. wiffle ball on the bonneville flats. wiffle ball in the middle-of- nowhere nebraska. wiffle ball in the snowy land of iowa, in front of a privately owned armored personnel-carrier. wiffle ball in the sage infested fields of western nevada. wiffle ball in the wild wild west of california.

all along, a journey of trying to find our stuff. sometimes a curve ball. sometimes a fast ball. sometimes a knuckle ball that felt so slow and out of control that we wondered if it would ever make it over the plate.

a few headhunters, and a few perfect strikes. a few out of the park bombs and a few swings that showed intention but no fruit.

now the game is over. now my trunk plays whiffle ball with itself. now the bats go silent and the ball rolls, hoping to someday, once again, make contact.