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.
Peace, people!
geometrics
squares within squares
within squares
and on into
infinity
stare tunnel-ward
feel the draw of hyperspace
or shrink into
nothingness, as near
as possible
at the epicenter
just a dot stands guard;
a placeholder
hinting at the end of
this world
or a precipice
into a universe beyond
tunnel’s end
oh, such exquisite
possibilities.
I’m no artist, and that’s probably why my time fiddling with an Etch-a-Sketch consisted primarily of drawing decreasing squares until I could go no further. The resulting tunnel provided countless hours of contemplation for me as a child. I’m either incredibly imaginative or unbelievably dull.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 