The court pulses,
the rhythm of sneakers
on polished wood—
each dribble a heartbeat,
each pass a message shared,
the collective surge of movement.
Coordinated commotion erupts,
echoing off the walls,
sweat mingling with the air,
an unspoken language
that transcends the clatter of everyday life—
lost in the arc of a soaring shot,
the thud of a rebound,
the shouts of encouragement.
In the weave of teammates,
individual concerns dissolve,
a tapestry of trust forms,
woven tight in the dance of strategy,
where egos slip away,
and the singular aim becomes
the shared victory,
the joy of connection.
With every game,
we learn the art of letting go,
the beauty of surrender,
as we rise and fall together,
each loss a lesson,
each win a testament
to the strength found in unity.
Basketball,
a sanctuary of camaraderie,
where burdens are traded
for the thrill of a fast break,
and where every swish resounds
like a clarion throughout the gym,
reminding us that in the end,
we are all in this together,
a symphony of motion,
each note played for the team.
© 2025, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1998)