Riding through worlds
in concentric bubbles —
bubble of sound,
bubble of thought,
(poetry read against
music receding as images rise)
bubble of fuselage,
bubble of sky
enclosing patchwork earth
and lakes reflecting clouds

We traverse time collectively,
each of us cocooned
in our strategies
to pass through untouched
to the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2016