Believe Poem by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

I sat on a wooden park bench,
It was a Sunday Afternoon.
A man came up to me,
Wearing a beanie and scarf
“Can I help you, sir? ”
I asked, he replied desperately,
“Yes! Help me please! ”
He looked down upon his wrists
“It’s my wife, she beats me here!
But no one can BELIEVE!
Nobody believes she’d do this—
TO ME! ”
The man was big and burly.
“How can a woman, any woman…
To a guy—uh—an intimidating one
Like YOU! ” I quickly asked aloud
The stranger pleaded, “BELIEVE! ”
Later that day, I saw a robin flying
Her wings flew high in the azure sky
And her blue bundle of feathers,
Quickly fused into a violent maroon,
As she suddenly fell to the ground,
PUMP!
Beside the bleeding animal, lay a ball
A baseball, and along came the fluttering,
Sputtering little legs of boys sprinting
Alarmed at the unforeseen tragedy,
I looked over the bleeding animal.
Then in a flash, she leaped to her feet!
And without a swift or sway,
She softly flew away!
“How can this happen? ”
I asked myself, as I looked at the ball
Then a hand grasped the ball,
It was bruised, battered and bloody
It had the manliness of a grizzly
His left held a woman’s hand
“Thanks for your help! ” he said,
He hugged the woman and kissed her,
In a tender gesture, he tossed me the ball.
And for the first time in my life,
I believed in the unforeseen.