A bead of sweat drips down his face,
Hangs onto his chin, slowly losing grip
Before slipping, free falling, to the floor
The gym is quiet, as the drop splashes
Across the floor, allowing the crowd and
Players to listen to it spill its guts across
He finally raises the ball above his head,
Gives it a flick of the wrist,
As everybody watches, frozen,
The ball slowly travels in the air.
More drops splash against the floor.
Nothing but net.
The crowd lets go of the breath they didn’t
Know they were holding, cheers erupt
As he trots down to court.
Just another day,
Just another game,
Just another basket.