Shot


Round, orange, rough sphere

In my callused, untalented hands

Technique just perfect

Bend those knees

Prepare to shoot

Get ready

Here I go

The perfect shot

But only in theory

Instantly, I cringe

I shudder, what now?

Shimming a multitude of possibilities

What if?

What if?

What if?

No time to turn back

It's gone now

Make it?

Make it?

Who knows?

In or out?

I'll only know when I start living it

Instead of thinking it