Reminiscence through a Bubble

Scorching waves rise from the pavement.
The crows stand atop the wires,
Of the transmission tower,
Cawing in reminiscence,
Of the kid who once blew bubbles,
On a hot summer day.

One of them smiles at you
As if it was to provoke you
With its bright colors.
What do you see
Through the bubble?
Could it be the blue-purple gradient sky
In retrospective of the moment
You collided with your partner
At the brink of dawn?

Stand up.
Step forward.
Take a closer look.
Squint.
What do you see?
Are you running away?
From the bees buzzing around you
Like a honey tree?

Or is it perhaps you,
Blissfully humming a melody?
Keep your eyes on the prize.
Then take a stride to the side.
What do you see?
Notice the huge smile on the bubble
With its bright white teeth
Reflecting the sun,
Shining your life,
Before your eyes.

Follow it.
Circle around it.
Continuously.
Confuse the bubble.
As the angle changes,
Recognize its reflective scenery
Cannot keep up
With your tenacity.
Now what do you see
Through the bubble’s
Shimmering iridescent lights?

- Khushi Kaul