not so wordly series

on this night in Buzios
if you are aware, take interest in
the great American pass-time
if you dare contain yourself----

while holding your tongue
you just might hear the better part of red white and blue

cheering, roaring with disbelief and awe
as he did, in front of a computer screen
glued to an internet feed of live baseball
watching a little team from his hometown dominate the inconceivable

in that moment of glory
he heard his childhood playground victories
dreamt up various friends' heads exploding from the excitement
his father j u m p i n g out of his skin

needing to share this moment
with much more than the tears that swelled in his eyes
much more than an internet cafe in Brazil or a cigarette
he allowed the salty water to run down his cheeks
he yearned to be, for just this night,
in a bar where people spoke the english
and they understood, really understood
how much this game means
not just to him
but all the "we will, we will, ROCK YOU" singers from coast to coast
he searched for the people who understood that
this game proved, anything is possible

just for this night he wished
not to be here, to be there
with the people who share his joy

and while he prayed
I think he just might have been quiet enough
that he knew he was not alone
for I was listening, too
we heard the better part of red white and blue
cheering, roaring in disbelief and awe
imagine that- all the way in Brazil
anything's possible