The waterfall spreads mist through the air, bouncing her hair into pins at a juggler’s act.

And as the Fall bubbles at the crevices,

she squints to meet the morning rays

shining light on tiny droplets of sweat on her lips.

Gets into a rush; pulls up the hanging A-line corner of her dress, tucks it away.

Gathers the strands from her face and nape to roll into a confident bun.

Perches herself on a rock, and bends down cleavage ‘an all,

grabs all the bubbles with the cups of her hands.

She thinks she’s caught one, but a new replaces the old, then another replaces yet another.

And she laughs, as she begins to play with them.

Bubbles take her to that moment in time; her best friend Chi had blown bubbles incessantly into her hair

chasing her all around the yard, troubling the heck out of her,

making her look through a bubble to find him, making her laugh.

Bubbles bring out the child in her.

She feels no need to tuck her inner child away.

Not now.

Not in the future.