the red ball

as the small
bright
ball rolls
gently from
your hand, almost
carelessly,
slipping from
your grasp,
and it goes
towards the
door and
down the steps
bouncing in easy
hops out to
where the road is,
and it picks up
speed, faster
and faster,
beyond your
reach until
it is a small
red dot on
the horizon
of your life,
you stand
at the door
and look out,
and try to
understand
the meaning of
life and love.
but you
have nothing
and so you close
the door and
go on about
your day.