Playing for Keeps by Tim Pettet

Harvested from a bed worked up for greens,2013-02-17 08.35.16

a black, pock-marked marble,

does a roulette-spin in my palm

and comes to a rest in a fleshy pit of lifeline.

Targeted by puries and steelies,

and knocked about by pocket-rocks, this refugee

from a pair of patched and sprinting dungarees

tumbled through a wad of candy bar wrapper

and slipped past the lint to find a hole

open to a boy’s leg. Held up to the sun,

between forefinger and thumb,

this glass ball, this frozen globe,

becomes a satellite knocked out of orbit,

seeking shelter in this sector of the Milky Way,

in the pocket of my garden jeans.

~ Tim Pettet

Timothy Pettet lives in Kansas City, MO. Writing poems since he was 18, he began considering himself a poet at the age 50. His first book, ZERO Shines Light Through Water AND Watches the Words Emerge. MONA Paints, is due to be published during Pettet’s 64th year. 

2 thoughts on “Playing for Keeps by Tim Pettet

  1. Nice work, Tim–I like this a lot. (And btw, I used to be a major marble player as a kid–especially loved the puries–haven’t heard that term in decades.) –pt

  2. Love your poem Tim! It speaks to me, my inner child, who is always finding artifacts in the dirt of our earth, picking them up and wondering about their path to my hand. Also am a marble lover and inherited my late Grandma Rose’s collection to ponder with.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s