WHEN BUBBLES CEASE: Reflections on Effervescent Existence Linda: Our lives are like bubbles. Lily: . . . somehow believing each is unique. Ron: That might seem true, yet all bubbles have the same fate: a return to empty space. Ram: For that matter, each galaxy is a mere bubble. But what's the point in mentioning this? Ron: (shrugging) I dunno. For me, it's good to realize how small we are . . . Lily: (pausing) For me it's realizing how all bubbles are connected. Ram: (in acerbic jest) Perhaps individuality is a myth? ===================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: A poem about ashes and dust and comment about cremation. KEYWORDS: transience, illusive radiance, evanescence Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 2006 Tokyo (Japan) ✠ Finished: 2021 Yokohama (Japan) Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/loosn.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/erda.htm