Echoes Of Froth Poem by Thabo Seseane

ECHOES OF FROTH

Watching bubbles pop,
Is a skill you learn,
And later refine, it's
A language earned
With the passing years:
One of currents and eddies and fears subdued.

Swirling flows and clashes
Forming, gently exploding,
Holding and growing-
Constantly in motion.
They squeeze onto the surface-
Often,
Some grow very large-though many don't.
Floating, merging.
They collide then pop:

All end with a pop.

Whether louder or softer, each is
Echoed by another pop.
Ahead, to the side, behind comes
An animated conversation of pops!
Then vanishing, for good.

Each pop
draws attention to the remaining bubbles of
Froth on the surface.

And then, with eyes closed
Comes from all sides,
A view of the froth of humanity,
Of bubbles, coalescing, colliding
Popping....and vanishing.