Lost My Marbles

I was taking the toys to the trash, accidentally dropped the chinese checkers on the way. Oops. Bouncing chasing escaping running gleaming leaping glorious balls of glass. Nobody knows what it's like to be one of them. They lay in the grass now, undisturbed by the constant motion of the wind or the miniature bug creatures or the tickling rays of sunlight. The shine makes colors dance in the grass and dare I say I saw them ease up onto the concrete in a form they learned in some ancient place. Perhaps you were there. Perhaps you saw nothing. Perhaps if it had been you, you would have only dropped the toy, cursed, and walked away. Or maybe you would have seen something too.