Okay—“chill”, you said…
      I’m trying, Mari.

Tigers did their part,
       tucked that grin away.
       (in a sea of CLE fans)

Now the friars wobble,
    arms spent by the fourth,
    crowd leaning the other way.

So I hold still,
   breathe between pitches,
   and let your voice be the steady thing—

Easy, easy…
      let the innings breathe, too.

If it turns, we’ll smile.

If it doesn’t, we’ll borrow some.

Either way,
       I’m here,
       hands off the luck,
       heart on the thread.