Resting on a makeshift
bench, stair steps to a porch
where imagination thrives.
In bounds. Our court, a driveway
whose lines dictate where
we can dribble, run and play.
Out of bounds. I teach you
the difference so you’ll know.
Too small to reach the hoop now,
some day you’ll make it look easy.
Tall and strong, smart and strategic
you are, my lad.
Bounce the ball to your teammate.
Keep defenders at bay. Run.
Breathe. Rest. Do it again.
Our basketball rolls into the snow,
wet, muddy and needing new air.
We play anyway in our
imaginary March Madness.
–Victoria Emmons, 2017
Dedication: This one is for you, Alex.