The Bubble 

The place where we live and think of as safe and sound.

Then one day it bursts like a bubble.

This place is fragile and tentative.

Nothing is forever as they say.

Bubbles are temporary as is light and sound.

We think we know where we are and who we are

and how we are but it is all an illusion.

Mirrors, windows, paper, blackboards and chalk are

some of my favorite things. 

Here illusion becomes a line or an image then

it disappears with an eraser.

Life is like that.

Cats jump

Cows sleep

Dogs bark

Birds rush

phone rings

night falls

time passes.