Life is like a soap bubble
squeezed from an opening
impossible to fit through

Popping forward into a glaringly bright world
full of undercurrents, tumultuous waves and chaos
bobbing around without perceived purpose or direction

Catching a ride on a stream
of atmospheric happenstance
ignorant of its intent to be tsunami or gentle tide

Surviving, expanding and growing
during the bumpy but wonderful journey
to become a glowing, colorful soap bubble

Sometimes collapsing beneath the strain
of gravity and the rough path dictated
by fate, timing and the original soapy ingredients

All bubbles, the big and small, fast and the slow ones,
the multi-colored and the nearly invisible orbs
bounce around until finally popping out of existence –
Gone