According to the Aztec’s this year is the beginning of the end.
According to the historical reality the end is near
if we think things through.
Soap bubbles form.
If we squint we can see our reflection
before they burst their residue on the horizontals.
Mortal madness forms without a perspective.
My daughter yesterday at Old Country Buffett
blew bubbles into the chocolate milk
and then proceeded to suck the foaming head
She is fourteen.
She is immortal.
Reality for her is presented through a straw…
Hopefully not the last one.
I kept watching her walk away
and I smiled each time.
What was once a conception
is a bubbly young woman
full of promise and sass.
I thought of Solomon
and his Ecclessiatical
reflections and rants
and the chants
The end of the book
is not an Aztec doom,
but a Someone who waits
and sees the bubbles
as we see and suck
and pop our mortality
under the sun.
“Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,..” Ecclesiastes 12:1
you know..if i had been there, i had joined her blowing bubbles into the chocolate milk…and yes…all fourteen years old are immortal..and it’s good..