We float in the crystal globes of self
And decorate our orbs with pretty toys,
Mementos on every sagging shelf–
Our victories, our glory, our joys.

Around us other bubbles rise.
Some may burst, most cannot last—
We turn away from their pleading cries.
Our sparkle in the sudden blast

Is our obsession. We must catch the drift,
Buoyant balloons embellishing the air.
We must sail and kite. We must lift
Up hot as a star, a peal of prayer.

Inflated at God’s lips, he sighs, and puffs.
We dance and bob, a whim, a gleaming fluff.