Bubble Blower

After I came back from my office on the very first day...frustrated...depressed...I sit on a park bench like a dumb ass at the crossroads of "What next?", staring down one street as I wonder if that's the path to take.

Along comes a visibly older woman with her curling hair in a pair of pigtails. She covers her bosom with a colorful striped shirt and sucks the life from a pair of tight denim shorts with her massive thighs. In her hands are a yellow plastic bottle of bubble solution and a small pink blowing wand. A kid's toy.

I look up at her weathered smile. She sees the aimless fog in my eyes and tries to include me in her smile. She nods and silently asks me, "Would you smile for me? It's not so bad. 'Never too late."

As I shake my head, she dips her wand in the bottle of bubbles and proceeds to produce a rather impressive rainbow bubble which slips from her rosy lips and drifts through the air toward the damp strands of my brass-color hair which have glued themselves to my pulsating brow. I gaze deep into that undulating orb and am amazed to find the woman and I sharing a shockingly intimate moment. A bit of abnormal fantasy. One of my earliest wet dreams. I am initially unaware of my jaw dropping.

The moment I pause to face the woman, I see her walking away. She waves back at me without looking and says, "Things will get better. Just don't let anyone else see that. Okay? And, take care."

Left alone with the bubble, I continue to watch little scenes, fractions of my imagination, unfold within the fragile microcosm. I know I am obsessing. But, I cannot look away.

The moment a car or passerby comes along, I immediately try to conceal the visions from their sight(as if I could). This causes the bubble to dip and descend toward the pavement. I gasp and fight to keep the bubble afloat. Positive thoughts. Encouraging thoughts. Hasty prayers. It slowly rises back toward the clouds(to my temporary relief) before the next turn of events.

As I sit there watching this surreal life existing only through my eyes and a thin wall of soap, I can't help but wonder how I can continue without reality. Without achieving these visions in my own life. In the world that is not all my own. I also feel the strain on my senses and faculties as I keep fighting to keep the bubble aloft.

As it descends yet again, I am tempted to let it fall and catch my breath. Not even trick birthday candles could take such a toll on me after so much time. I'd be smarter than that. Or so I think. I take a deep breath and watch as the undulating orb drifts ever closer to my shoe. It eventually plops upon the pavement.

There it sits and wavers for a long while. I adjust my eyes from a reclined position and give my final thoughts to the whimsical display. Without another breath, I blink just as it pops. Once more, I am left alone with my reality. [Who was she, it or I kidding, anyway?]

What a crazy daydream. This Daydream gave me an inspiration..

"If I can still breathe....I can still Fight"