Waiting for one hungry fish
To claim a deceptive hook.
Hitting a tiny white ball,
And following it for hours
Over yards and yards of
Lush green grass.
Picking one's nose
Or grinding one's teeth.
All require some intensity,
But only two of them are sports.



I climbed the ladder,
But just so far.
Age had determined
The distance.


Clyde L. Borg is a retired high school teacher and administrator. He has been writing poetry and nonfiction since 1998. Some of his work has appeared in History Magazine, Vox Poetica, Nostalgia Magazine and The New York Times. He resides in Fords, New Jersey.