The Marvel of a Marble~
Your body, so lithe and light;
it floats effortlessly,
like a ghost lightly traversing an open space.
Pirouetting, arms flung, delicate hands in pose
All for show; for your spirit is not sovereign.
It wears a weighted vest, zipped tight.
Gravity bears down, in its
responsibility to do its part
in the relativity of all things
of keeping that piece of you
Structure, and rules
and useless fears need not apply, yet they
do with you.
A marble rolling along a curve
may call its path predetermined
unless it chooses to jump the ledge
it glides upon.
So jump, oh glorious marble
And find that distinctive dance
where vests are flung, and feet move of a volition
not prescribed by a choreography
found strange to your mind’s eye.
Jump! oh glorious marble, Jump!
And find where you might
by Philip Wardlow 2016