NaPoWriMo Poem for April 39th
A Bubble Chrysalis
A handled circle is dipped in gelatinized fluid
And the fluid stretches like a tympanum across the circle
And breath bulges the surface and spherizes it out and away
Buffeted by the slightest wind the new beings wobble and dance
Beribboned with crawling subtle iridescence they hold blown breath
Balloons without navels they develop tidal bulges close to earth
Colliding with grass or ground they give up a ghost as burst
Creating a spray of microdrop dew as they disappear
Circles of former skin their only trace
One with Clay, Image and Text 