Fate

The cheering of the joyous fans

calls me to the plate

The smell of fresh cut grass 

awakens my mind from its slumber

I stare into the loathing eyes

of the pitcher who stands in my way

The ball comes

twisting and twirling 

towards my face

I swing

The thunder of the people up above

The bat connects with a CRACK

The ball sails over the wall

The sun warms my face