We thrash and fret
And grasp at straw
Bending and cheating
The forces that challenge
To comb and straighten
That which is crooked and
Gnarled, twisted out of purpose
The smoothing down of landscapes
Caressed by water over time
Loved out of harshness
And demoralized of restlessness
Reduced to treading
In this soup within a soup
Within a soup
Each one encased in iron
Cast well before the dawn of time
First in idea then in form
Rigid and hard steely
Atoms marching tightly
Shoulder to shoulder
Nothing gets out
No pressure great enough
To break the septum
Bubbles within bubbles
Within bubbles
A Russian doll of motherly love
Illuminated by laughter
At a joke thought up
And whispered in her ear
It is the same joke each time
But the way he tells it
Never grows old
Like breathing it repeats
Heterodyned perfection
She radiates its pulsar
With heavy breath
Dew laden and frosty
In the nether regions
Those spaces yet to be developed,
In future games yet to be played
And in bottles whose contents
Refuse to forget
That which was witnessed
But a moment ago,
Trapped, forever afloat…
It seems like a lifetime -
This skin that holds together
The salty sea -
And all those suspended
Each its own tiny vessel
Set to sail
The unforeseen
Warmed by the laughter
In Mother’s sultry breath
Once sparked by a joke
Whispered in her ear and
Sprung from the head
Of Zeus
