TINY BUBBLE IN THE SKY

MOTHERSHIP AT DAWN AND DUSK

It was like a space ship,

Yes, more like a child’s toy

in the bathtub of sky

than a sailboat

traveling

the highway of light

tiny laughing hands

bubbling—like that,

a course

a way away

but not distinct

from children in water

abundance,

renunciation, withdrawal, unknown asceticism.

Jim Bodeen

23 March 2019—27 April 2019