Spheres

As I gathered my knees and arms in front of my chest, the image of a bubble formed in my head. Today we tried to strengthen our bonds, then went back to our own bubbles. At the end of the day we’re ovals, spheres, objects lacking asperity. We may attach strings, take and give energy, but we remain those shapes that don’t match one to one.

Each of our spheres quietly adrift in a world of sky and pastel blue.