Catch

[ellajam]

Hi, cf, a beautiful read, I especially like the breaks, they tell the story. A few short notes:

My father and I
play catch every day.
He comes home,
we go out back,
and take our
daily places.
I don't run away
or make myself scarce
but wait for him.

We pass the ball
back and forth.
Each delivery
a message to read
a chance to interpret
the feelings hiding
within his motion
and his discontent.

I see his form
and his rhythm,
gracefully twisting
slow-motion, as his pitch
transmits his message
of expectancy
to his prospect.

He is seeking
what was lost
years before. I don't think you need this line, and having the first two lines start the sentence below is a possibility.
At his father's passing
assuming the burden of parenthood
at too young an age.
In me and in my successes
there is a way to relive
those years again.

I open my hands
and close my eyes I love that you close your eyes.
receiving his strike
in the pocket
of my glove.
The leather-stitched seams
stir my fingers as Stands out as the only weak break
I toss the ball back
in a beautiful arc,
But in my heart I'm not sure you need the but
there is a stone.

Well done.