Life... as those "soap bubbles"

I remember,
my first colourful creations.

The Soap Bubbles...
...that floated on the air
-small, first
larger and larger then
... and then out in the winds
floating, gliding,
absorbing colours....
round, patchless, pure
subtly coloured,
flying on invisible wings..

Untill-
they whithered,
and bursted in mid-air..
...or got pierced through by
the road below,
or the cemented walls
...or they vanished
from the sight,
forgotten...

And I
from my balcony -
my studio, my world -
watched them,
thrilled,
fascinated,
happy, satisfied....

Coming to think of it,
I haven't changed much
since then!...

- Sept 14th, 1973
(I was 18yrs old then...but 38yrs later, this still holds true! :0)