There is comfort

There is comfort

In a bubble

Please don’t burst it

Something effortless

In floating

Lighter than air

A transparent sphere

Clear, soft and round

Rainbow reflections

Popping softly on a baby’s skin

Gentle as a sudsy kiss

Sunlight through a bathroom window

The hokey charm of

A Pears soap advert

The picture of a curly-haired girl

On every wall

In a station

On the platform

In a shop on the way to school

Splashing in a bath

Before a roaring fire

Blowing bubbles with a straw

Sneezing with the blowback

Going up your nose

Why can snot be so funny?

Laughing is fit to burst

The boy in the bubble

In the movie

With no immunity

Against the outside world

John Travolta

If memory serves

The security

Of a bubble

When you are in one

The pain of loss

When it disappears

Never to return

The skin so easily ruptured

Once the surface is pierced

The tension broken

There is nothing left

To hold it together

And it is dispersed

With no earthly chance

Of reassembly

However hard you try