Kelley White

one marble rolling has a lonely sound

it wants to strike a fellow
and see which way
their paths diverge

it wants to go downhill

it wants to climb
and know the release of ending
that effort

it wants to shine
in a child's palm

if it is glass
it wants to be held up to the sun
and studied for scarves of mist

if it is wood it wishes
for the oil of human kindness
to define its whorls

if it is steel
it thinks of cracking
and cold

but it will still be content
to nestle with its fellows
in a hole dug
by a child's bootheel
in the mud