Poem #22: “Earth”

On a bike ride
we found a lost ball,
a huge plaything
cornered by the wind
in a drainage ditch.

Caked with dirt,
we noticed it looked
like Earth,
A blue marble
under the grime.

Sam begged to keep it.
So we brought it home,
hosed it down,
cared for it, and the Earth-ball
shined again.

It blew in the wind
and orbited the fenced yard.
I can still see him catching it,
holding up the planet,

He had the whole world
in his hands.