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