71and76

I can only watch the length of days grow until I
am made to understand that miles are not the soul dividers.
Thoughts of time and years filled a million bubbles
that we blew into air — they caught the sunlight
and held within the light and beauty of days.
I saw them, suspended above us. I hoped for a
wind that could hold them in the sky . . . keep them
together and strong, stop them from falling and breaking.
But the light in the bubbles started to fade as they
floated to the ground, breaking moment after moment.
The beauty broke and fell dying in wet spots.
A world cannot be shattered by this. Life must hold
so much more than old loves.
Love of life is in each unanswered day. Some day I
find bubbles so strong that they cannot be broken on
windless days — with nothing holding them but my
strength, as they hold me by being strong.
Now the uneven pieces must come together
to catch the light and beauty in the days of
learning and growing.
Geoff Davis 76
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