Surface Tension
A poem
Washing dishes in dreamy spheres
Of translucent bubbles
Allows one to escape and emit a rainbow
Of color that separates it from the others
As it takes a gentle ride into the atmosphere
Of the kitchen along its
Meandering path—gently up, up, and up
And slowly into orbit
But I worry that its soapy surface-tension
Will eventually give way to explode
A kaleidoscope of colors and dreams
All over me
That will tease me away from the comfort
Of a vividly anesthetized conscious fantasy
That envelopes the very being of life’s
Existence
Within my quixotic dreamlike state
A state they call consciousness
As it continues to enlighten what we
Think is reality but is really the true fantasy
Of living within the cunning metaphors
Of the eye of the mind
Which rhyme with the destiny of
Perpetual complexity
