PAD 11

I don't know why
I bought it --
my crystal ball.
No seer, no psychic,
mundane as a mini-mall,
I had to have it.
Heavy in my hand,
Halved by natural meridian,
one side stays dark,
the other light.
Fissures, like lightning,
leap inside it.
Sharp clefts, bright bubbles,
ripples, fractures, shadows
all reside within.
That is all I see.
It makes me wonder,
does the earth also labor,
in pain,
to create?

The prompt was object.