Crystal Ball
Now smooth and round, I was once the center of a rough and un-tumbled rocky crag. For centuries I lived in darkness deep in a cavernous earthly vein. No light flowed to meet my gorgeous essence so I sat accepting all that was me. I don’t remember my Jurassic birthday, but I remember the day I was mined and exposed to light and vision.I remember the day human hands broke me from my wall and machined me rounded and clear as only a ball can 
be. Placed on a pedestal others gazed into me for vision. Sometimes I could see what they were, wanted to be or could be—other times clouds filled their soul and consciousness—not ready to see or be seen.
Human desire is new to this place—born recently to the planet. Yet humans love and hate with a vengeance that is strong and unclear. The earth’s desire is ageless and resourceful. Human’s may try and destroy me, but I am resilient. I adapt and wait for an opportunity to strike back with earthquakes, storms and floods. The stress brings wars, famines and man-made destruction—until I win and humanity is gone.
It goes, unless child-like visionaries see my light and my love. An infant’s eyes see my potential. The world is born anew with their re-birth. A toddler becomes my friend and I heal. The toddler ages into a seer. The seer keeps me on a shelf, easily within reach. I am a crystal ball—prism of light.
Photo courtesy of Blake Webster
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2015
About the Author:
Elaine Webster writes fiction, creative non-fiction, essays and poetry from her studio in Las Cruces, New Mexico—in the heart of the Land of Enchantment. “It’s easy to be creative surrounded by the beauty of Southern New Mexico. We have the best of everything—food, art, culture, music and sense of community.”