Bubble

   Bubble out and then return
   Listen to the bubble sound
   Watch mother blow a bubble          

   If I were just a bubble...

   (Creative air gust inside,
   on a gust of air I’d ride
   I’d feel infinitely round
   til I made my final sound
   I’d float up so every high
   til I burst into the sky)

   ...I’d find myself all over,

   My bubbles fly all over
   I hear us all over time
   All over again, living:

   1989