Imagination lives in our bubble

One circular eyelet, on the end of a plastic stick A Soapy membrane stretches across, just two microns thick Softly you blow, gradually I inflate with pressure Blowing out into your universe, an instant treasure One after the other, we’re levitating up and down Wind swirls slightly, as if like magic, spiralling around Popping in and out of existence, all quite randomly Some of us clump together, starting out new families Looking closer still, you see sweet colors of wobbly light Filaments of sunshine, rather flimsy, daintily slight Wow! an enormous one appears, aw sadly then buckles Starts to collapse, only to rebound, divide, and double We all meld together somehow, in waxy bouncy skin Our contorted oily reflections, shimmering within On that erstwhile morning, I was the child blowing bubbles A memory of my innocence, and times untroubled I conjured up a whimsical world, alone running free My creations burst, vaporized, lost to infinity Can I capture these fleeting moments again, very rare Well perhaps some day, when life vanishes into thin air