Blowing Bubbles in the Snow
We blow them, one or four at a time
Rainbow balls bursting forth
Sparkling in the sun
What a treat to see your little lips puckering
Your little brows wrinkling
Your big eyes impressed at glycerin, soap and water –
Timeless
I am needed to still the bottle of magic
To inspire occasionally with a puff of air
Blown not too forcefully, not too softly
The skill of blowing bubbles I’ve learned long ago
Now I am learning with you another skill
That of keeping my attention on just one thing -
Concentration