Bubbles

bubbles are active emptiness

held tightly by their wall

they spin in panicked restlessness

they are small and vulnerable 

she ran her hand through the soapy suds

and mesmerized was she

as all the bubbles popped and fizzed

their emptiness was free

but all the bubbles emptiness 

surrounded the little girl

her head spun in panicked restlessness

she is empty and vulnerable