Ping-Pong

Back and forth. To and fro.

Here and there. When and where.

Up and Down. Side to side. Down

and up. Song and dance. It takes

one to know one. It takes two to tango.

Yin and Yang. Desert and the jungle.

Two singles. Two halves. One double.

I hit the ball to you. You hit it back.

You joke and I laugh. Over the net

and into the sunset. You hit the ball,

and I hit it back. Back and forth.

The time we play ping-pong slows

down. Sounds of the ball hitting

the table keeps us stable. I’m able

to bob and weave. Float and flow.

Stop and go. I love it when we play

ping-pong every night: every day.