All I hear—
the pounding sound of leather on wood,
the smooth as silk swoosh of the ball
going in the basket that drowns out the cheering crowd.
This is basketball.
All I feel—
the cold sweat pouring down my temples
my bruises aching each time I run
the force against my palms as I reject your shot.
This is basketball.
All I see—
the image frozen in my mind of the ball bouncing off the rim
my teammates faces as they cheer for me from the bench
the end of the court seems a mile away.
This is basketball.
All basketball teaches me—
to make a connection with others
and if I work hard I can win
win the game for my team.