Subliminally Irregular Bubbles Poem by Christine K. Trease

Subliminally irregular bubbles, their gossamer surface smooth and perplexing
converse in ghostly silence
Lifespans shorter than the Mayfly, and numbers as many,
the iridescent intruders have but a moment to make their mark on the world

Subliminally irregular bubbles flit through the air
glistening in the sun changing shape and color hanging on the wind
and dancing with delight

Why we smile with sheer pleasure at their presence remains a mystery,
but one thing is for sure, a multitude more await escape in the yellow plastic jug between our feet