Water Hazard

The view screen seems to supply the ground 

for a ball that hangs there much too long.

Somewhere in a fairway, collar up,

you look up, check the distance while

forgetting where you are standing.

There are no bridges over hazards,

only the determination to project

a vision that when acted out

will produce clearance.

Extraneous factors,

like the wind, 

a song in a tree, or

like the tree itself,

where the song softly

rains down on you,

can go unnoticed if you

keep your head down

and follow through.

You are in a moment

of your own making,

aren't you?

But once you strike,

once you set it in

motion, hands unimagined

come into play.

The flight will be

predictable, and

possibly not true.

There is a pause,

right there where

you are watching.

Ahead in the distance

lies the embedded

dark pool of water.

Do you remember?

You created it

for yourself.