High church

baseball-1957-clevelandAwed by the spectacle
blissfully confused to meaning
wide-eyed youth
confirmed in mystical faith
spiritual pageantry
standing for opening homily,
crowd vibrant, then bowed
reverence, singing along
opening hymn of allegiance
some know the words

Opening day, paradoxically
given all the answers
yet you need to discover
unending myriad of questions
finding your own way home

you tried discernment
unsure, wavering, exasperated
still loyal; the true believernicolletpark

Then came one
still sweetly recalled summer
prayerfully answering the call,
taking final vows,
when, in seven
yours won it all.

Long ago ordained, now
consecrated regular – your
stately, charismatic garments
proudly sweat-blotched, faded
bent-brimmed woolen miter
adornment off-kilter

presiding from
sun-soaked choir box-pew,ebbets-field2
lead provocateur –
sitting, standing, exultantly
cheering ‘Hallelujah!’
(modern translation)

Plastic chalice,
ice-cold communion potable
condiment-slathered
tubular unity bread
feeds heart, soul, head

Eucharistic celebration
pipe organ crescendos
punctuate ingrained,
ever-differing liturgy
opportunisticallyvintage-baseball
engaging homily played out

congregants alternately
stand in joyful anticipation,
sit in veneration, anguish

Ritualistic, solemn,
sacramental. Reverential.

True faith comes when
exuberance, not feigned,
reverberates, message lingers
long after you exit the temple
crossing the white lines drawn
on vibrant green
lessons ingrained
personal parables formulated

allowing you to be in the world,
of the world. Baseball.

Amen.
“Play ball!”

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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Newlyweds ago

burnedpizza3Loft apartment,
late Saturday afternoon
spontaneity interrupted
by shrill, continual

oven timer buzz

“Pizzas done” says she
“But I’m not” replies he

not-rhythmic, static
range-buzzer drone not
disrupting tempo of early
life-together moral

they learned how easily
heat, afterglow can
turn three-dollar frozen
pizza to charcoal

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2015
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Dream sequence

Quiet evening on my couch
I fall asleep watching t.v.
dozing, I awaken from a dream
in which I was watching an old
console television from the 60’s
the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging,
jumping around, unwatchable; in
the remote-less era of my fantasy
I get up, go to the monolithic set,
turn real (silver plastic) knobs

play with the vertical hold
adjust the horizontal hold
alter the single antenna
making the show viewable
return to couch to watch
that’s when I wake up

To my left, oblivious to my snoozing,
my wife sits working on her laptop
the picture is crystal-clear, eminently
watchable prime-time as her tender
fingers glide swiftly across the sleek
keyboard; pinkies and ring fingers
deftly twitch and pound, punctuating

barely glancing my way, ‘You’re awake’
her only recognition as she continues
to type on obscurely engrossing work

sly scooting down the couch I grab her
right hand mid key-stroke, rub it gently
between my thumb and forefinger
as her other hand stops typing, lays at
rest, limp on the keyboard

I lean in to kiss her starting
to adjust my vertical hold
of her as we slowly slide down
onto the cushions and I adjust
my horizontal hold on her, deftly
place the laptop on the floor
readjust our horizontal hold as I
grope for the remote, find it,
quickly click the off-button
as our horizontal hold on each
other stops jumping around
the picture comes into much
sharper focus and it has nothing
at all to do with the television