Meditations on a Glass of Lemonade
Frozen in time, a thousand bubbles gurgle happily
Waltzing with pink fleshy babies through a sea of refreshment
In slow motion
Impervious to the machinations of Father Time
Dancing to their own rhythm, seeming to defy all laws
I wipe away the fog that surrounds them
Is that a small, wet, pink universe?
Am I God, out here looking in?
Does my God know as little about my universe as I know about theirs?
Is that bubble God?
Whose God?
Who's God?
Questions for another day.
Stirred to life by an unseen hand, the bubbles' universe swirls into
chaos
The waltz quickens its tempo
Accelerando e molto crescendo
The Brownian dance rages on
Joyously
The universe is inverted
And swallowed
The dance
Within a dance within a dancer within a dance...
Continues merrily
Who watches?
July 29, 1998