Bubbles

Bubbles

by Elizabeth Challinor

Without strangers in our midst

There cannot be community

I read this somewhere...

It struck a deep chord

Is this why I am always drawn to strangers?

To establish a connection in anonymity

To acknowledge our inevitable interdependence

And create a moment of complicity

We are all members of fleeting communities

They form everywhere

All the time

Like beautiful bubbles

Blown playfully into the air

Dissolving gracefully

Without a care

Elizabeth Challinor