Bubbles

happiness I saw

in a boy (not yet two years of age)

loving the bubbles that so magically appear
excitedly pointing at them

so many so many!

so big!

in the sunshine

they glisten, full of colour and light
like dreams and hopes

lifted by imagination

and then they fall back to reality

thin film shattering on the floor tiles

and so I thought

maybe it’s better to let the bubbles go out of the window

and let the winds blow them wherever

to let them go further

so that they get smaller and smaller

maybe there will be less sadness?

so many so many
so big
were our dreams

so many so many

so big

were our child-like dreams