Five-year-olds on first and second, two outs,
batter steps up to the tee,
hits the ground with his bat
he’s so excited,
he might score some runs.
Shouted advice from parent and coach alike
echoes around his clunky helmet.
Keep your eye on the ball,
swing level, swing hard,
choke up, you got this.
Batter does a test swing, slow motion,
getting a sense of where the real swing should be,
his aluminum bat nudges the ball.
He does it a second time.
He
does
it

third
time
then swing!

Grounder to shortstop
one of the ten percent
that doesn’t roll through a pair of legs.
Runner from second to third
doesn’t have a prayer.
Shortstop can beat him in a footrace.
Coach wants the easy out,
THREE! THREE! THREE!
Shortstop sets his feet,
raises his glove to line up his throw
and fires the ball to first base.
Tomato-faced coach
is just beside himself,
YOU’RE OTHER THREE!!!!

But a strangely accurate throw for a five-year-old
bounces
just once in the dirt
and lands
in the first baseman’s glove.
Batter is out, inning is over.

Coach’s screaming stops.
He exhales
shrugs
shakes a poem off his shoulders,
wisdom as presented by a t-ball game:

life doesn’t always go the way you want
so take your victories where you can get them.