Seeing you in there makes me tether myself
to a playful liquid timer
blobs ooze their way down to remind me
bubbles pop on the way up,
always seeking release – don’t stop
Water into the air and air into streams and rivers –
How quickly the colors claim their shapes
as prizes once united at the bottom of the lake
If I flip it , we will see Our evening’s measured
By what paths these spheres will treasure
who they are when they’re together
Did it feel different?
Working in the middle of the night
always out to catch the moon sleeping
in cold night skies too far from you
