How Many Bubbles Are There In a Tub of Soap Suds?
How and why...
The doing gets done like it does?
Are those questions long ignored.
'How many bubbles are there...
In a tub of soap suds? '
Whaaa...?
You do the counting.
And scrub my back while you're at it!
I've stopped analyzing what 'is'!
I just know it is there to enjoy...
To provide a comfort.
And like my life lived...
I know I've accepted the invitation,
Years ago.
And my peace of mind is going to find some comfort,
Wherever I take it.
Now pass me my damn floating toy boat.
It's time to fantasize it as my next 'trip'!
Holding it as you focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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