Marble Tower

I’m one of those elaborate wooden marble towers

you played with me as a child

glass rolling down wood and finding rest in the anthem of sounds

texture!

I’m the balls rolling town the tinkling metal framework

I’m the ramp smooth with the rolling sound of glass and wood both smooth

the bells each hit—xylophone of sound—

plop!

I’m the laughter of the wood satisfied

as the marble thuds through the hole and down to the next level

I’m the carefully nested dips and dives

rainbow!

I’m the extraordinaire of colorful surprises you find

as plentiful as an instrument of sound

painter’s palette of new sounds to think

start!

I’m the repetition over and over

as the marble reaches the bottom I draw it to the top

I float through the corridors

sparkle!

I’m the blue and green and red

the primarily primary colors you lose yourself in

I’m Rubik’s cubes and cars and plastic ponies

hide!

I’m the hidden doors you find in spaces

that you run your fingers over again and again

the circle and square, room and hole, hidden space

run!

I’m real and I’m floating down the stairs to find you

lifesize marble towers and you’re the marble

don’t you want to know who’s playing with you?