Life’s forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles up our face.
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky,
Then like the night they fall into place.
Life is bubbling out all over,
Through the hills and through the dales, all over.
Covid bubbles everywhere.
Fear of Covid, scorn of Covid, death from Covid everywhere.
We each are forming, each our little bubbles,
And living in them.
Our families.
Our select group of people.
Our devices, Skype and Zoom.
And in this space, political bubbles all over.
To make our country, what again?
In the name and face of denial,
And walls of hurt and anger.
Health care.
Food care.
Safety and security.
Social care.
Feminine, masculine, and non-binary care.
Friendship.
Sometimes I think we’re all just trying to piece the bubbles together.
Like Braille.