Bubble Beings

There floats a bubble
through the eternal
possibilities of trouble-
Pressures outside, within,
surface tension, thin skin.
Some laws of attraction
of constants, variables and fractions
pull it toward other soapy things.

Will they stick, feel big,
in a room full of pricks?
Merge, in a mad surge,
of emotional tricks?
Or 'pop it', as we say?
We who live not in moments but days