PORTALS

Few and very 
far between—are

the tiny white

bubbles—softly lathering
aquamarine 

stems in water—cut 
smart
and bound

so gently
close together,

and amplified— 
by light 
from behind—their curved glass

bottle—
at rest near 
the edge of the table—

that don't 
evoke 
specifically—both 

titanic—and

in equal measure—pathetic 

stillness

in the dilated
green eye—of their beholder.