Batam Days

Still dark.
Mad hair.
High socks.
Pitching wedge and passport.
Cab.
Cuts of streetlights.
The shuteye ferry.
Still waters.
Suddenly, dawn.
Suddenly, wet fairways.
Suddenly, fast greens.
Play!
Fore!
Practicing the art of hanging in.
Shots, not swings.
Lady Luck.
White heat.
Moods with the dudes.
Feeling real feels.
A late charge.
Drama on the last.
A missed putt.
All square.
They named it golf because the other four-letter word was taken.
Shower, khana, beer, zzz.
Runny money.
The sign on the return ferry says, “You find what you need when you stop looking.”