I picked up a
handful of marbles,
perfectly round,
smooth, cool,
clinkety clunky in
my wrinkled grasp.
Brightly colored,
variegated blues,
yellows, reds, plus
an amber cat’s eye,
a shiny steelie,
and a swirly snaky.
There was nothing
particularly
notable about these
colorful orbs.
Other than they
exist simultaneously
in the worlds of my
present and my past
as only childhood
playthings can.
