Cricket

I slowly walk onto the field,
ready to face the first ball.
But, first ball, dot ball, second ball, dot ball
first over, maiden over… second over, 4 runs, 2 runs, 3 runs. T
he runs flooded through the field. One run after another. 2 overs left.
I was currently on 44, and on strike,
2 runs.
1 run.
1 run.
It’s the last over I’m on 48 I need two runs but I’m off strike!
First ball… dot ball.
Second ball…dot ball. Sweat is running down my forehead.
Third ball… dot ball. It’s not over yet,
Fourth ball maybe I spoke to soon. Nothing but a dot ball.
Fifth ball… 1 run, exactly what I needed.
I’m on strike and I have one ball to score two runs.
The ball ripped itself out of the bowlers hand,
I saw the seam come out of the hidden scramble.
I charge down the pitch recklessly ,
jump to one knee and sweep the ball
It runs through the grass like lightning and finds its way to four.