There's a fountain I visit in another state, and I stand and watch the bubbly water globules falling like little worlds back into the water below. I think you can see this at nearly any fountain, but these liquid blobs are ponderous, the size of your two fists together. Anyway, for me it is a metaphor for meaning in life.
fountain's water globs
hang in the air like balloons
then dash into foam
Linking today to
Haiku Heights