Rangers took Game 2—
        Yankees doubly humbled,
        wildcard inches away,

        excitement high, standings whispered.

Mari’s epic nap,
       four-hour classic,
       left space for quiet smiles
       between our texts—

       anticipation silently building.

One day till ATL—
    nerves creeping,
    excitement louder,
    Irby’s stool waiting,

    Thursday not yet spoken.

Still won’t say it out loud,
      won’t risk waking the Universe.

Let it sleep a little longer—
    we’ll whisper our plans
    when the time feels right.

Until then,
      go Rangers,
      go softly,
      stay quiet, Universe.

We’ve got this.
       (Maybe.)