Sunny day ....walking by the basketball courts with Daisy the Wonder Dog
There was the usual group of 20 somethings going through their male ritual-
Silently exhibiting the fact that if they had not been roped in to that Ivy League School the NBA would have seen a real player.
It was just another walk taking us past the basketball court - until I saw him
In the sea of tall and tan and muscular….
a scrawny guy, half the size of the others
and no more than 13.
He had the ball and was looking for a shot.
I slowed my stride
I did not dare breathe
The ball left his hands
It arched through the air heading toward not just the basket but what I knew would be a moment in this kid's history...
"remember the time I ....."
"Yea- I was playing basketball with all these older guys and...."
Or nothing.
Time- or my heart, I could not tell which- stopped.
Swish.
I kept walking, knowing I had just been witness to “a moment”.
So go....
Don't let the big guys scare you.
It's your moment.
And that's poetiquejustis
