THE MARBLE
I love to look at a marble
All its colour frozen in glass
So small and yet so strong
I know that it will last
I love to watch it roll
It floats along its path
Spinning in all directions
Yet moving to where its cast
But as I watch the marble
From every, possible, angle
Something about it frustrates me
It seems just as trapped as it is free
Never changing as I expect it to
Alter as other things do
Yet I am not its maker
I never was inside
I only live around it
And from time to time
Pick it up to flick it
Along the line.
Jack Pontes