20 July 2006
Bubbles tangled on the surface
fused and unfused as the soap floated
down to the bottom of the tub
like a cosmic dance of quantum
matter in an infinite space
that appears finite to the naked eye.
The porcelain was cold to the touch
and quite a contrast to the warmth
felt searching for the missing bar
under the bubble sea. My wife
smiled, nodded, but did not come inside,
but tossed me a beige hand towel,
unused, newly purchased online
as my hand came up from the murky depths:
"Rejoice," I said, "for I have found
the missing silver piece" and held
high the slippery green soap bar.
Be thankful for small miracles.
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel