Field of Dreams

If money still happens to be
the sad currency by which we
value things like time,
performance, art, and
play

then my dream becomes a wish
within the confines of this world.

There might one day be a kind of
dry spiderweb material
spun on a grander human scale --
quite capable of withstanding
immense pressure and push and pull --
while remaining invisible
to the distracted human eye.

The web would work like backstop nets
to protect the fans now sitting
extremely close to the playing.

Foul territory diminished,
fan interference abolished,
no room for fat cops to stand 'round
cuz all the kids be getting closer:
the best seats in the house are saved
for the unaccompanied youth.

Now we can leave those deep outfield
walls and monsters right where they are.
My stadium is intimate
yet spacious and wild with nature.

There are no ads, no anthems, nor
flags or military symbols.
No corporate insignias
and no lucrative boob-tube deals.

Scoreboard? Sure
Jumbotron? Nah

Welcome to the ballpark