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.