Baseball

I love falling asleep

To a baseball game on TV 

There's something profoundly comforting

About baseball

Its order, its geometry, its statistics

There's no in between in baseball

You're either safe or you're out

It's a ball or a strike

It's fair or it's foul

You're at bat or in the field

It's always 90 feet to first base

Of course what makes it 

Beautiful

Is the endless variety

How close to second

Does the shortstop play for 

This batter

Does the third baseman hug the line

Or give the line for this pitch

How far a lead will that runner take

This time

Where does the catcher 

Set up to sell this pitch

To a stingy umpire

But all this beauty couldn't exist

Without 

Order

I hunger for this kind of order

Symmetry, absolutes, boundaries

Between the beautiful and the chaotic

I love falling asleep

To a baseball game on TV