Iridescent rainbow moonstones bathing in the sun, a stream of bubbles— some small like cat eye marbles, others medium, round like spongey sweets soaked in rose syrup, and still large ones the size of heavy mooncakes with bright orange yolks float into the shining summer sky from a gun… a bubble making gun given by a grandmother with love.
Your curls spring forward at the nape of your neck from the prickly heat, eyes clear with unfiltered joy, lips almost hooking to the sides of your ears—a good day. "Mommy look" "I see them Baby" He eats the whimsy like salty chips from a bowl, boy wonder.
My heart so full it bursts like shooting stars— falling falling and falling. All of me, all of you, all himself catching sunlight with a light breeze as music for dancing bubbles.
The world will never be ready for your part in the cosmos.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 