That overblown bubble
of encapsulated air
still floats above the city
in its own atmosphere.
It has no idea where it's going.
It draws the gaze of a few
for a moment of amaze and despair
to see such a fine rubber suit rising
resolutely no Where.
It becomes too blinding to stare.
Gumshoe eyes return to the fair
unaware of the cost of my struggle
for having let go of my petulant grip
on a string at the end of a bubble.
It was only a temporary dream.
Now my awareness is free to green
with all other growing and nameless things,
who choose to forego the importance of being
a one, to share in the Love encapsulating All.
What a fortune it is to be small,
to be part of a thing that allows us to be
our own little ball!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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