With my two hands I pulled and tugged
Reached deep inside and brought it out in the open
In hopes of seeing it's faults that I may fix with care
Can I find them all and bring it together whole
Clean the sand and grit years have covered
Find the glue that will do and not burn through
And make my World whole
Edit two days later.....
I've waited to add more so the Facebook reader will have read and forgotten this, the auto post.
After cleaning the inside of the World, the inner core, and searched for the holes and leaks, I have seen none. A slight bubble around the plug. That is understandable, the plastic of the cork expands and contracts differently from the ball body.
In comparison to my life I've recently taken all my work tools out, took them out in the yard - in the open- and sorted through them. For days I separated and categorized, piled and boxed. After putting the essential tools in one bucket and a carpenters toolbox I was left with two small buckets brimmed with every screwdriver known to man. A large box stuffed with twenty five or more hammers of every type. Tool boxes of wrenches,another of files, one overflowing with drill bits and hole saws, a selection of staple guns, one of chisels, the box of hand planes, one for clamps, and storage tubs of drywall tools, painting tools, concrete and tile trowels, a closet of rakes shovels picks axes wrecking bars and scythes. Then there are the shelves of power tools. I think it prime time to take a scythe to my possessions. These things I have collected for decades. Having an extra hammer is fine, a box full of hammers that may throw my back out is excessive. Whenever I helped someone move or cleaned an old garage I rescued unwanted tools. What holiday has a place for all these things, an island of misfit tools? Maybe I should have stuck with bad poetry.