marbled

flame-colored and obsidian spokes, trapped in marble orbs—

children flick these into a circle, serious but at play. 
 
to be ground-level, eye-level, and sense the tremble

of what you can't see beneath the only surface

you know: echos of passing traffic, daily clamor

from rushing to or from some important purpose.

describe this strange vessel which we inhabit,

our feet rushing to or from some important purpose.

you know the echoes of passing traffic, daily clamor

of what you can't even see beneath the only surface.

meet it ground-level, eye-level, sense the tremble

as childen flick globes into a circle, serious but at play.

flame-colored and obsidian spokes, trapped in marble orbs—