Still in August of 2011. May it bring a smile to your face.
Oh my stars, a marble! Is it yours?. . . No. . .?!
It may be one of those I lost a while ago.
They were in a goldfish bowl, oh so safe and sound,
‘til one shaky day, it went crashing to the ground
and away they went--not even a “by your leave,”--
under tables, chairs, over rafters, into eaves!
I managed to recover some. . . o.k., a few.
Most, there’s no way of knowing where they’ve gotten to.
Do I miss them? Sometimes, but really not too much. . .
Only now and then do I ever feel a touch,
a pang of loneliness edging toward regret
when I sense the dreadful fate some might have met!
And yet, there are days like this that do go to show
that one’s lost marbles can turn up again, you know.
Declaimed here: https://aprillynnjames.com/track/4735407/oh-my-stars-a-marble-3-2026
Fanciful as it is, this sonnet is grounded in a moment of realiTEA. I found a marble near the front steps of my mother’s house a day or so after a minor earthquake shook New York State back in 2011. The next thing I knew, this sonnet was pouring forth.
And yes, the cover photo for this post is of that marble. I still have it. :-)