Harvey Gamage

Las Burbujas

Floating aimlessly
Through the sea of children
A wave of bubbles
Rides the morning sky

Mira!

A connection.
Something shared across
Barriers of language, race, class
Needless to the backgrounds
That differ so severely.

They giggle and point
Fingers reaching and wiggling
Into the still air.

Corre, corre!

Like followers of the Pied Piper
They are led on a wild chase
Skipping, sprinting, hopping, grabbing
Captivated with delight.
Entranced by the carefree game
Until the last drops
Of solution are scraped
From the plastic bottle

Mas burbujas?
Lo siento, mi amigo, no tengo mas.

The moment has ended
But the image remains
Frozen into the smiling eyes
Of all the children
Black and white
Big and small
Intertwined.
-Chapin