The Ball Is Over

 
The balls are now over, they’ve tumbled down, fretting and baying all around as they fell, clamouring for my attention

The wish is said and precipitous in fortunate physics

Balancing at a reversed point in time

Bacchanals of joy, we have it over now that the ball has dropped!

Can you taste it on the air, just as a shoe is laced?

I’m round to the other side to retrieve, what a reprieve from the boredom of my tablet

Kicked away, for another play, shoed!

The tablet - how it sucks

Back to the same old new game again, dropping balls past cold heat and laughing as it hits father’s feet, retrieve, repeat!

Can you imagine a better game?

A more jolly time of day?

Again and again, his attention sways, again and again I want him to play

Look at the physics, with imagination abounding, I’m smiling

I’m laughing

Drop the ball over, drop the ball over, drop the ball over the cold hot again