out in the garden
on a bright summer’s day
blowing bubbles

and we watch in hope
that one will make it
all the way to the moon

over the wall it goes
sailing past the church
every moment one more than we expect

our eyes are straining
reaching to the very edge
of vision

and then….
we blow more bubbles
hoping to re-create that

moment

a moment we did not want to end
a moment when hearts were joined
invisibly

a moment
only perceived
intangibly