The Wand of Time

A huge bubble

Blown from the wand

Of time,

And so many tiny bubbles, too.

You gazed at your reflection

On its rainbow surface

And watched it break

In air.

There had been someone there. 

You went clapping at the air.

Clap, clap, clapping

And the past broke,

And the future broke, too.

But the present-

That never broke

But remained forever constant,

The one thing to persistently celebrate

With all your clapping.

The mirror moment

Of these delicate spheres

The only thing that ever seemed real,

And now that you have aged and grown old

You have seen so many bubbles pop

From the wand of time-

The past a dream and the future, too.

But in this present moment

You are like a child on holiday

From some timeless realm that awaits you,

And you clap yet after all these bubbles

Blown by the wand of time.