Crack!

The ball flies
high into the air,
determinedly exacting it’s location
for it’s landing.

Far below: ground zero,
marked by a diamond of sorts
ready for that touch of freedom.

Its scuffs and scars,
remember permanently. 
The joyful victories
and contemptuous losses.

Affixed permanently
to it’s shallow bed 
waiting,
for the next big slide.

- Photo and poem by Chad Ohman -