Bubbles by Anne Babson
Oh, the froth!
Like a moth
To a flame,
I the same
With wash cloth
In water
I lather
And plop!
I am sugar
In spumante
I am the gold
In the glass
The toot
In the flute
Of champagne!
Oh, delight,
I swim in light,
I have no trouble,
My joys redouble
And like the Hubble
I scope out bubbles.
These are songs about nothing.
There is nothing to sing about.
These are the hours spent floating.
These songs are too pretty to stop our gloating.
Who can complain
In this champagne
In this fragrant rain
In this troubleless
Turbulent tub of bubbles?
Anne Babson was nominated for a Pushcart for work in The Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal and Illya’s Honey. She has won awards from Columbia, Atlanta Review, Grasslands Review, and other reviews. Her work has been published world-wide. Her libretto for Su Lian Tan’s opera, Lotus Lives, is being produced by Meridian Arts Ensemble in 2010. She has four chapbooks, is featured on one hip-hop CD, and she anticipates the release of her spoken word CD, Messiah, from the Artists of Faith label later this year. Catch her blog about uppity women in Brooklyn and beyond at www.annebabson.wordpress.com.
