And the reason it feels

And the reason
it feels like bubbles
is the uncontrollable rising
conveys light emptiness;
a giddy connection of fat shapes
in roly-poly wonder,
the opposite of swallowing.
Effervescent essence
greets itself
at play in the froth.
It cannot be contained,
existing only in the now;
pops into soft droplets of remembrance,
a residue of rainbows.
Spontaneous liberation,
it can catch us by surprise
amid despair
or deep pleasure.
Most commonly transmuted into smiles or giggles,
sometimes a snort or belly laugh,
occasionally a quiet flick of one tear-rimmed eye…
these are the dance steps of joy.