Creative Practice: Bubbles (sonnet)
Day 20 of 31
I lift a yellow clear container of bubble solution, and blow
a single rainbow iridescent bubble into the evening air.
I reflect on how time and events today just didn’t go
the way that I had planned. I feel tired, touch despair
let its grey claws sink in for a moment, then detach
and place it like an errant cat back into its crate.
Each door in my memory palace has its own latch.
Each encounter in life’s shaped by time and by fate.
I watch the bubble float like a lantern into the gold
sunset, knowing that each moment is as fleeting.
Fortune favors the lucky rather than the bold.
I think about how to keep old patterns from repeating—
breathe into windows of moments and pause:
cultivate rainbow bubbles in spite of the claws.
