The Bubble

We live in a shimmery shiny sphere a,

Great big glowing bubble;

It blots out the world and

Blurs our sight while

So so many sorrows

Scream in our direction

Begging it to be broken

But all too many times that bubble

Blocks out the sound.

White light and the whisper of wind,

Green grasses and towering trees

Cultures cool and picture perfect landscapes

Are all that our already damaged eyes

Are able to make out

through the soapy rainbow film.

But not so often nor

near to near enough

someone takes the time to step

a daring step, through the film’s protective surface

finding something real.

A Truth, imperceptible through our

Big, beautiful, bright and shiny bubble

Begging to be broken.

And maybe what she sees can save her,

Can even save us all

But more often than not

She breaks.

And now what will we do?

We wait and watch

Through our shiny shield

Shutting out the world

And nothing ever changes.

Absurd.

But every so often,

And not so often,

One who breaks through

Can turn around and

Punch a puncture past the partition

Popping the painting,

The picture perfect portraits

That fit so well

Into our definitions of the world

And for a moment we are open,

We are free,

We are enlightened.

But as with all good things,

this one, too soon must flee.

And back again the bubble builds

Across our eyes and once again

We come to this,

Living, loving,

Life not worth living,

Inside our shimmery shiny sphere.