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Somehow,
in a bubble of their own,
somehow tranquil,
between tug and tag
and runoff giggle.
catchmeifyoucan!
ithinkiloveyou...
whatdidyousay?
ohnothingreally...
Somehow something
clearer, sharper,
bigger than two,
somehow.
Somehow,
sped up speech
springing out like
spring exploding.
Whispers carried
impossible distances
to somehow testify.
iheardwhatyousaid.
thenwhydidyouask?
nevereverstop.
doievenknowhow?
Something microscopic,
merely monumental.
Still sacred,
somehow.
Somehow,
some secrets
are meant to be heard,
to remind us
of the bubble,
sometimes so tranquil,
so sacred around us,
that we forget
it's even there
from time to time,
somehow.
....to find a balance in life. I liked this. Thank you. Ice.
Poetry humbles that bubble and reminds us how important others really are. Hugs