I remember being
the little girl that laid on the wall
with her sister watching the sky.
‘What are those little bubbles,’ she asked,
‘in the sky?’
Not knowing that they floated
the surface of her eye.

Some may say, ‘how naïve.’
or ‘that’s a waste of time,’
but I ask them —

Does your heart harbor adventure
and your dreams aspire to create,
to invent a world of wonder
rather than have a debate?

Have you attempted to navigate
the celestial seas of wonder,
or chose to understand
the science of your soul?

The bubbles may not travel the sky,
but magic non-the-less
that lead a child to wonder
and discover what’s best.

The world of mystery
is pretending to be so, but
its illusiveness can be caught,
brought into focus, and
examined by one’s heart.