Catch in Jerusalem
"You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears!"
Stephen, Acts 7:51
Let's play catch in the vacant lots of Jerusalem,
outside the the walls of the Old City, in some neglected
shade beside the church, where the sun won't get in
our eyes, and the ground's been cleared and scraped
and hasn't been rebuilt yet. Let's play soccer with a stolen
orange, juggling the pilfered fruit between our feet,
our knees, on the crowns of our heads until someone
gets careless, and orange juice. Let's play American
touch football with a dog's lost Frisbee, grooved and split
with toothmarks, in a field of weeds and appliances
where the rocks aren't too big and we can still get
a good run. You be shirts and I'll be skins. Let's play
keepaway. Kick the can. Hopscotch. Dodge ball.
Let's play catch in the vacant lots of Jerusalem with rocks
of varying size. Outside the Lion's Gate, in the open
where we can still get a really good run, barehanded,
batless: the game where you've got all the rocks
and I must turn and lean and shag your first wild pitch.