Bubbles

Softly floating on the breeze,
rocking gently,
feel at ease.

A Sudden gust
sends it spinning
reeling wildly,

bubble thinning.

Fear that now the
ride is over,
no more ease,
no gliding hover.

That tricky wind,
that dips and spins,
far from comfort;
and the bubble thins.

An abrupt Burst!
and then you fall,
but not the worst,
no not at all.

Landing poor
and shaken about,
dust off your britches,
and check it out.

Someplace new
that you've never seen,
someone new,
who You've never been.

Glancing up you catch sight
of other bubbles lost in in flight,
afraid to move forward,
prisoners crouched in fright.

You gaze about where
you have landed;
starting over,
upward movement, and now you stand.

What new adventures
could there be?
if you stayed in the bubble,
instead of free.


~K