Golf: The Game that Cures
“Next on the tee”
I wonder if Dr. Rosell got my e-mail-
“From the University of St. Thomas”
Oh right, Amy, grab your club-
“Amy Hendrix”
I hope I can finish my paper in time-
“Quiet please”
Tee up the ball Amy, focus-
All concerns vanish and deadlines are forgotten
With two practice swings my head becomes clear
I lose interest in my e-mail and my paper
All that matters is my next swing
It is the one that counts
I swing as I have hundreds of times before
Feeling my club connect with the ball
Releasing all worries and stress
“Play well, ladies”
And all is well again
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