Arms and
legs move mechanically induced by
electrical impulses
from the brain. Eyes open
and close
thoughtlessly as the hand and fin-
gers extend
to reach.
We eat and
sleep automatically without reason
beyond
hunger and tiredness it seems. And in
and out we
breathe, thinking not of oxygen or
nitrogen in
the air.
It is always
there. We take it in as needed, and
we need it
with great frequency. Life is often
an automatic
proposition it seems. To be fully
alive is to
track the pop fly hit from the bat.
You see the
ball ascend into the air; you run to
position yourself
under it. Shading your eyes
from the
sun, you extend your arms upward,
hands aligned
and ready to receive;
and you
breathe a deep breath and fumble, drop-
ing the ball. Is that all? No, the batter running
reaches second base. And you, panicked and
embarrassed, throw the ball to third.
ing the ball. Is that all? No, the batter running
reaches second base. And you, panicked and
embarrassed, throw the ball to third.
Maybe after the game you'll go out for pizza
and beer with the team.
Chris Hanch 9-10-15
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