A sea of bubbles in my bathtub
Expanding like a restless wind
Into more shapes
A deer
A mountain
A recessed cavity filled with yesterday’s secret
Now revealed
Now no more news

I part them with my fingers
A small tunnel
Of foam forms and collapses
Almost instantly
Almost too soon
Even before I have had a chance to peep through to the other side
To see the rainbow light of a million soapsuds

The froth whispers noisily
Breaking in my ear
With the promise of appearing again
Somewhere else
Moving from my chin to my feet
Dancing between my toes
Sticking on my nose

The bubbles are happy
They do not mind merging and emerging
Suddenly leaving
Reappearing anew
With altered personalities
Me and the bubbles I sit with
So very different
Still good friends

Reyk, Oct 11 2005