Pitchers and catchers reporting.
The hopefulness of spring as
I think ahead
to steamy summer afternoons
and lively games,
maybe even wins.

Will the team be dynamic
enough this year
to distract me from my
cancer diagnosis?

This might be the year
when the ball club goes all the way.
Every fan anticipates that
for her team.

Will I be alive at the
end of the season?
During the post-season?
Will my body be intact
in October?
On the DL?
Or cut from the team altogether?

Today, before the season begins,
with snow falling,
obscuring reality,
all seems possible.

Let’s meet again in July,
and commiserate.