Breezy Bubbles


Soap bubbles on a breezy day
Dance away in the wind.
They wander hither and yon,
Some soaring to the heavens
While others tempt fate 
In a daring brush with the ground.  

I'm reminded that my every breath
Scatters to the four winds
And thence to the ends of the earth
Even when no dancing bubbles make it visible. 

Likewise my every action, 
Grand or trivial,
Serious or playful, 
Driven by sweet love 
Or by something less savory, 
Echoes through the cosmos
To and beyond 
The limits of imagination.  

I cannot predict 
All that will come of any one act,
Any more than I can predict the fate
Of any one bubble.  

But just as I have a general idea of the wind 
And can position myself accordingly, 
I can make some guesses.  

So as I go through each day 
Full of myriad little decisions
Too numerous to really think about 
I can try to make a habit
Of spreading less sorrow
And more joy.  

Like the playful bubbles
Dancing away on the wind.  


                                 -- Tom Digby
                                 First Draft  18:09  Mon April 30 2007
                                 Revised      14:49  Thu May 17 2007