In A Glass Of Cider

It seemed I was a mite of sediment
That waited for the bottom to ferment
So I could catch a bubble in ascent.
I rode up on one till the bubble burst,
And when that left me to sink back reversed
I was no worse off that I was at first.
I’d catch another bubble if I waited.
The thing was to get now and then elated.

Robert Frost

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