It’s the bubble of life

This one belongs to parents:

‘Fond Hopes’

this to friend and lover:

‘Be Forever’,

That one got away:

‘Where I Want To Be’;

and so we watch

this spherical arrangement

of water and air

where burst is un-doubted

but intact willed,

where suicide bubbles

with touch and not-go

disrupt geometrical eloquence,

watch the carnival of flight

delight and sparkle

the kiss that kills

but exclaim in obdurate bubblitude:

and in a bubbling tone observe:

‘And bubbles there will always be!’

[Inspired by the album 'Bubbles' by Natalie Soysa and published in 'The Nation', UNDO Section] 

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