It was anywhere at all
hung upon a dusty roof
Immobile  
Swaying gently
Across and over
Tilt and rolled  
Stiff as board
A dusty wicker ball
Made Simple for decoration  
And it's swaying
For no reason at all
made me think
Of wondrous places
A Clear blue sea
Of Dusty desert sand
With monsters and angels
And love with no pain
Like a window to see through
That empty wicker ball
Was all but new