To Turn

The happening of everything
Never ends. You emerge, little
Bubble, in the middle of things,

And you burst. You know you will, which
You call both your gift and your curse,
Giving and cursing being words,

Things of social bubble beings,
Events that keep on happening
And will until all bubbles burst.

Theological bubbles tend
To try to reverse things, pretend
All things but not bubbles will end.

Cosmologist bubbles predict
Things will go on quite a long bit
But burst before certain of this.

You watch them disperse into things.
You watch the new bubbles emerge.
You shiver and wait for your turn.