Sad If You Thought I Cared Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Sprint, huff and puff
Yet the ball skids all the way to the ropes
And the scoreboard ticks

Well, I don't care ‘bout the outcome anymore
For to me, the instance is the gratitude
Of participation, of the cheers in the crowd
In every run, every boundary and every milestone

The doosra. The leg spin and every Yorker, every bouncer
The joy of the sound of the middle stump uprooted, seeing it spin in the air
See, I care less about the end
For my moment of the now is sweet

It's the mentality; the vitality
The stability; the capability
Like I said, I really don't care about the probability
That I may lack the necessary capability
Phillip Nine Mafunga
21 January 2023