as I watched you blow bubbles today
this popped into my mind

bubbles
are like childhood
floating, fleeting
iridescent, transcendent
millimetre-thick fragility
beauty floating on the breeze
a half-composed symphony riding on a hum

touch them with childish fingers
watch liquid rainbow spill over
a million raindrops of a million shades
each with one of a million paths

they drift in and out of existences