An Idea So Sparkling: A Sincere Manner

Offering a plausible defense,
Heady with dejection,
A shell of a snail sits empty,
Waiting to be struck
By a crosswind or stride;
The storm brings infinite purpose
And contempt for the useful contrivance -
Their baseball mitts are quick
To grab at their youthful jaws,
Out at those misty gatherings
On the mound,
To produce
A healthy pitching strategy -

Let’s throw them this pitch.
My experience is that this batter
Struggles with that kind of delivery
In a certain location;
And then get back in the dugout…

A moment to peek at the baserunner. 
The ball is gripped correctly and tossed…
It is skied toward the deepest part of the yard -
The runner digs for home -
The throw to home plate reaches the catcher
Who applies the tag,
And the out is recorded;
A happy team jogs to the dugout,
Referencing the good plays
By each of their teammates,
On this clutch variety
Of well-executed acts…

While elsewhere, future millionaire ballplayers -
Struggling through slumps,
Both at the plate
And on the mound -
Reconvene at the professional levels
To kick the draft out of the proverbial door,
And rise and descend
Toward the tiers
Of a magnetic skyscraper
In the months and years ahead -
The latest attempts at achieving 
A child’s dream of educating
Their inner child’s powerful and wistful reckoning -
A fantasy, a miracle, a dramatic,
Storybook ending -
Playing on the biggest stage of all.