Sometimes

Lost in the wondering of a wandering mind
Thoughts float and glide like bubbles from soapy hands
grasping but never holding together.

I find myself meandering, indirect and spacial.

Deep breaths, long sighs all the sign of my chain of thoughts floating.

I try to capture these bubbles but they just collapse all around me
so instead I just sit back and wait for them to come into view and then fade.

Focal points of light
illuminate the gloom
their ethereal phases turn and rotate
in and out of themselves
a bit like I do

Sometimes I wonder about my head
the weirdness of it
but most items I am thankful for the quirks.

So I rub my hands together and blow
and watch as the bubbles float.