Marbles And `Mobiles

Caulder and the kids i played

marbles with when I was a kid

had one thing in common….they

weren’t me.

When I saw things that were’t me,

my parents, my family, I realized 

I couldn’t be me, because, what was

all the rest of it?

A hippie understanding…a lack of 

ground. But, only the strongest 

got up from that fall.

It’ s nothing personal…it’s lifetimes.

Did I ask you to believe me?