Cap

It’s mostly royal blue,
With some fading along the edges,
From the Arizona sun, over time.

There’s a simple white letter,
That’s not so clean anymore,
From red clay dirt, with age.

Salty sweat trails peak and plateau,
Showing the highs and lows
Of a season, of a life.

What’s its purpose, why
Was it made? Only for protection?
Only to shield? To shade?

It protects more than skin,
But knowledge, wisdom, a
Love for the game and those who play.

It shields from the storm,
When the game, life, gets hard,
Absorbing the pelting drops with ease.

It handles the thunder, the anger,
Holding together as wind rips through,
Still there when the gusts are over.

It shades a smile, a grin,
A laugh bigger than life,
A person who loves his profession.

It’s mostly royal blue,
With a simple white letter,
It protects, it shields, it shades—

And it’s more than just a cap.