Getting It Right
June 12 2022
The umpires gather,
all in black
heads bowed
in a loose collegial circle,
where they confer like a council of jurors
before delivering their verdict
from which there is no appeal.
A hand punches the air
and the runner is out!,
no ifs-ands-or-buts.
They used to be autocrats,
sticking by their call,
asserting the authority
of the man in charge.
Too insecure to risk
any admission of error
or show of weakness.
But now, they're determined to get it right;
to serve justice
and earn our respect
instead of simply expecting it.
Getting it right
more important than looking fallible.
I find this comforting.
In an unfair world
where the rules don't work
or are written to serve the winners
or routinely ignored,
all is well
between the foul lines
on this verdant field
under a clear night sky.
Where grown men
play at being boys.
Instant replay,
like an omniscient god
looking down from on high.
And the partisan fans
who demand justice
and long remember
bad umps.
Getting it right
when all is said and done.
If only life worked that way.
If only right from wrong
was such a clear line.
If only serious men
in black uniforms
policed an unruly world
and knew the rules by heart,
we could return home
happy each night.
Order has been imposed.
The better team won.
And anyway, there will be another game tomorrow.
Which we will watch
with undiminished hope
and no festering grudges.
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