The Pavilion

Everyone likes to take
their chances: the dipping
catch at mid-on

grasped by urgent finger-tips,
or the unbeaten 50 that
has the opposition packing

early. Or the swinging ball
that sends the stumps
cartwheeling into the air.

But, as with cricket,
as with life, there's times
when things inevitably turn,

and even the best of us
spends their time stuck in the pavilion.

Poem © Mark Pirie, 2008