the odd marble

I have a brown marble,
a cat's eye
a nearly round piece
of glass,
but it's unbalanced,
different.
it rolls on its own
uneven and
wobbled path,
never straight through
the dirt circle
to strike the others out.
an odd fellow
a van gogh of sorts.
that's why I kept
it all these years,
since a child.
it need to be saved.
it's precious,
too good and different
for an earthly
world.