I am not here

perched on these creaking bleachers,

staring into the mayhem of kids’ basketball.

I didn’t limp here breathless,

heart pounding from this small exertion

to sit demurely, clapping at the action.

I’m out there on the court

dribbling like something gone berserk,

shooting baskets with wild abandon.

Where did I lose me

down those endless tunnels of lived time.

How was  all that madness stripped away?

Sharon Scholl is a retired college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website (freeprintmusic.com) of her music compositions for donation to small, liberal churches.  Her poetry collections, Seasons, Timescape, Remains, Evensong, Classifieds, are available via Amazon Books.  Her poems are current in  Red Rose, Thorns Journal and e-Merge Magazine.