The spin

My life,

a marble,

spinning to destiny,

rotating in the sun,

spiraling through darkness,

navigated by unseen hands.

Tumbling in a dried creek bed,

tossed to a running river,

sinking to mud, waiting,

then scooped up and laid to rest

in a straw nest—

until the wind blows.

My water-worn remains,

scratched and pocked,

still a marble,

spinning to a final throw,

a flash of light or shadow,

joy or sorrow.

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Photo credit:  BarbaraALane