Marbles

by April

I have one marble left
One beautiful marble
An iridescent green blue marble
A smooth cool marble
I keep it with me in a little bag
A soft worn leather bag
Tied with string
I keep it with me 
Always
And hold its cool roundness
In my cupped hands
And tell it secrets
And mutter soft somethings to it
When my head gets too full
Then I listen close
Cheek presses against curved coolness
And it whispers to me
And I always do as it says
Always
For it knows 
It knows
They say “he’s lost his marbles”
But no, thank goodness that’s not so!
For I have one
One marble left
One beautiful smooth marble
My iridescent green blue marble