In my bubble 
away from others 
I lazily swim
bloop bloop bloop
back and forth 
nary a care
round and round 
I go from 
room to room 
and back picking 
up this and 
that then back
just a goldfish 
in a bowl 
on a counter 
sometimes I imagine 
I’m a bird
in the bubble 
of blue sky 

What’s that 
the present 
heard the 
past say
that’s you 
when just 
a child 
and I
am the 
adult having 
learned from 
your mistakes 

Unexpected things accidents
and whoopsie daisies 
greeted me today 
power outage fire
alarm and knocked 
over water glasses 
such are humbling 
things reminding me 
that no matter 
how perfect I
might think my
little life is 
my old pal
Murphy and his 
law tags along 

Just me
being silly 
by myself 
telling jokes 
and singing 
happiness is 
little more
than the 
hum of
one’s heart 
heard by 
some or
by none 
but me 

Like one of those 
finger puzzles where the 
more you pull the 
tighter that it gets 
is what my lamps 
do with the sun
each and every day
around about this time 
most call it dawn 
but I call it 
the war of light 
let the games begin