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

But, that heavenly globule of soapy air Has so much power that I succumb to its relentless enticement To wake up from the bounds of materiality

And float away in a similar meandering manner Until I realise that the mind-body really Has no bounds Before my surface tension also weakens

As I enter the orbit of my unconscious Only to yield to my own erupting rainbow of color To awaken the rest of the Sleeping Beauties

© Alex Godley | January 2022

I’m a writer, editor, and designer based in Australia.

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