Bubbles
We blow them in streams
across the yard,
some small and marble-sized,
others as big as baseballs.
Every bubble iridescent,
a perfect world of its own,
mirroring grass, sky,
occasionally our faces.
Bubbles glinting with sunlight
swirl skyward or
float to the ground.
Each one
a little miracle
before it pops.
Vanessa Proctor
- Published in The School Magazine, Orbit, August 2015
Lovely piece Vanessa. Thank you for sharing it.