Poem: A thousand bubbles …a Haiku

A thousand bubbles

From nowhere, appear, grow, rise

Then pop at the top

About the poem:

Swimming, I noticed that as my arm goes under the water, hundreds or maybe thousands, or bubbles appear. And as quickly as they came, they’re gone, popping at the surface. The cycle repeats, as do the puzzles and challenges we encounter in our daily lives. The bubbles,  and our troubles, aren’t something personal or permanent. They are simple challenges to teach or learn love.

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