The Sweet Spot
Walking slowly, I move from one task to another
gently bumping against experiences
like a slow motion billiard ball
rolling in angle shots against green felt padded
sides.
After years of practice, I sink into a pocket,
caught in the protective net and
feel the exhilaration of victory.
It’s those bank shots that are so stimulating:
figuring the angle,
the point of impact,
finding that sweet little spot on the cue ball,
the follow through and
just the right sensuous tap of power
to set it all in motion.
The mother in me wants to help her child
figure the angles and identify the spots and
to taste the thrill of skill.
But it is the padded bumping that creates my
rhythm.
The sensuous tap is rarer than the hourly
bumping.
I love to embrace and hold and hug,
But my billiard ball, Brianna, is on the run
again
after a quick tap on my cheek.
I bump again as I bustle onto another chore
quietly pondering another day and looking for
that next sweet spot…
her kiss.
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