A Fragment of Observation

The gray air is thick with diffracted advertisements,
plastic rainbows that fall through gutters,
beyond the blood-brain barrier,
osmosing with psychosis.

Teenagers huddle on a park bench
despite the heat of the blue sky, transmitting a
passage of time in a smoke signal,
laughing at random shapes in the clouds
as if they couldn’t be struck by lightning.

Constellations float on the surface tension of silence
while the ocean sleeps, floating in waves
on the back of a humpback whale as it breathes.

I see how potential transforms into certainty,
dichotomies conquer possibilities
and waves resemble particles.

A mirror in the darkness is the truest
reflection that we have dominion over our existence.

We are dust, aware of the broom.