Carbonated, effervescent, bubbly;
Such is the nature of soda pop people.
Shaken like ragdolls, or churned like an ocean,
Nothing can dampen their spirits. Fizzy
With wonder, each day is a flavor unique
In its own right, a gurgling stream poured fresh
From the narrow neck of an unmarked bottle.
Better, they say, to clamp it tight with a thumb,
Shake till it roils with the surging pressure
Of pent-up hope, then aim it and pray that
The ecstasy spewing full-bore like a
Geyser drenches the needy with excitement…
And the desire for a good long swig of life.
It’s one thing of which I just can’t get enough.