In a much smaller place,
I could be a BIG BOAT
in a place this size, I'm
a bubble of soap!
I could rise, fly shimmer
and skip on a breeze!
I don't expect notice
for a drip like me.
See a bubble's just a drip
that's sticky enough to catch
a breeze in itself, then wander
off drunk (you know for liquids,
fresh air's an intoxicant).
I'm at home as a mote, plus
wherever I went! On the breeze,
I'm at home, and I never did
pop.
I can always come down
in the pressure drop, touch
surface - the worst I can do
is float! Theoretically, or
drown. But so far, nope!
I'm a boat.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, January 20, 2023
BIG BOAT
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