Bubble of love

 Now that bubble of love has no door

yet easy, so easy, to walk right in,

unpack our bags, put up our feet,

and make ourselves comfortable.

As so as a welcome guest we sit;

no need to clean, cook, serve,

or repair the old, broken or cracked,

or preserve the beautiful.

We shift the furniture, move ornaments,

and change carpets, curtains, linen,

to suit our own peculiarities

as if it’s our given right.

Now that bubble of love patient and kind

observes these machinations

and wonders how long it can bear the brunt

of mankind’s twisted perceptions.

One day that bubble will build a door

to close on the undeserving

and how would it be with nowhere to go

to make ourselves comfortable?

Clean, cook, serve, repair, protect,

and maybe, just maybe, maybe …