The Bubble

All of life 
seemed to be in the tiny bubble 
he had just blown.  

His little breath gave it life 
as it grew and lifted 
off the wand.  

A twisted rainbow danced 
in the thin soap sphere 
as it rose.  

It glided 
out a window.
It sheened in the sun.  
And floated into the bluest of skies 
until it vanished.  

I know now for sure 
it died 
in a sudden burst
not far from the window.

but as a child 
you could 
never convince me of that.

J. Kevin Wolfe