Only once ever before did I touch the outside of a bubble, a surface that glistened profusely, but one that I assumed was entirely fragile
& yet, today, you guessed it
I am lighter now, than the me that I have known almost forever, so light that my density is less than that of the bubble
& so, today, you guessed it
With the lightness there is a clarity; a clarity so pure that the rainbows of the bubble diffuse entirely
& where, today, you guessed it
The lightness, the clarity and the fragility take me to the essence of love; it is of love in this bubble; love here & now
& today, you guessed it
At once you joined me
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
