Chink!

The sky is groaning, like a pot ready to boil over,
I breathe in the strong scent of moist soil,
Striking my spade into the ground, like a sword into a heart,
I watch, with my sister
the wiggly worms coil.

Chink! The spade hits something,
I stop still,
It was like the meeting of two wine glasses,
My sister looked once and started digging with her hands,
To me, two spherical shapes she passes.

They are small and colourless, their cracks and indications
are dashed with dirt, 'I'm free!' it seems to scream.
Bubbles float inside
frozen in time,
I smile at my sister,
I wonder who these belonged to, I wonder,
I dream.

These two are a time capsule,
Holding the memories of a past time,
Who played with them, who loved them?