“Bubbles” – at 4:00 A.M.

 i used to run through fields
 laughing, blowing bubbles
 floating up, up, away
 off to Who-knows-where
 …
 now I watch the bubbles
 burst, burst, burst –
 dreams, illusions, hopes,
 bursting into air
 …
 time and death bursting
 all our bubbles
 for we are puffs of air
 but for a time
 …
 till some child runs
 again through fields
 of green, blowing bubbles
 that float … up and up
 …
 swelling, rising, not yet bursting
 each bubble its own
 never to be repeated self
 precious beyond belief
 …
 while we in our old age
 move toward the end of time
 evaporating into eternity
 Whence we came.

 "Bubbles"

 – Gordon C. Stewart (@)

Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, Dec. 4, 2019