A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Everything tinted blue
Suspended in a liquid anti-gravity.
Pressure of the silence ambient.
You float above me
And we blow into each other’s faces,
Breaking the silence.
Bubbles surround us
Leaving a cushion of white balloons in our wake,
All slowly rising to the top.
When the clouds clear,
Our smiles are seen
And the rest of our precious air floats out
As muffled laughter pounds at our ears
And we burst through the surface again
To laugh and to breathe.