There is a place that feels like more than just a place

It is the golf course

on a lonely summer evening

I always remember stories that happen there

as I walk down fairways in the setting sun

Now, too much time passes between summers

and my fondest memories seem farther away

If there is a world beyond this one

you can feel it when you sit still for hours

The golf course is that way

The woods are filled with lost balls

and the wind whispers through the trees

The pond is still

until my ball interrupts it

I’m playing golf with my friend

whom I’ve known for years

We talk about the usual things…

high school

mutual friends

and women

moving from hole to hole

like a dream

We get lucky several times

and the evening stretches on for hours

during the longest day of the year.