It was here on this West Virginia earth
a notion gave birth, an impulse.
This dusty patch, this ghost of a ball diamond,
was a place of try, and cry of joy.
Now silence & weeds bleed memories of deeds.
One leads to another.
The war come & gone, and another.
A generation come & gone,
my beard come & gone white.
It was just here, if I remember right,
a light air rose and carried earth to my nose,
A fly buzzed.
An ant walked in the dust.
Robin red-breast fussed just there in his carnivorous quest
lest the worm turn & escape,
1st sign of spring.
It was here, near 1st base,
without haste I kissed a girl.
No recollection who she was,
dim impression what she looked like.
Now, a form without shape,
a substance without being.
Near 1st base I kissed a girl
and taste her still.
By Barry Chafin, a longtime member of, and frequent presenter for, Bellarmine’s Veritas Society (www.bellarmine.edu/ce/veritas/).