The Catch

The downswinging willow having got under,
Made perfect timing, the flat front
Impacting a middle, the hit a stroke of power.
The white comet, wacked just right,
Took off towards the heavens,
Only to make an enormous curve,
A magnificent parabola.
I sighted its path was towards me,
And with breath held ecstatically,
My eyes ne'er leaving the hurtling trail,
Cupped hands coordinating with my vision,
I poised, prepared to take the catch,
And when I did, the cameras,
Hitherto following the ascent and descent,
Now zoomed in on me,
my jump of overwhelmed exhilaration,
As a million voices from the gallery around,
Soared in unison,
And the glittering scoreboard flashed
that electrifying word —
SIX!

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