If I had the power to
climb into your head,
I’d do it without
subtlety.

I’d pry fingers
between
the lid and the eye,
completely creating
a scene.

I’d push myself through,
and once I’m inside,
I’d wriggle and crawl
all about.

As soon as I pushed
and grunted right
through,
then I would start to
see
out.

Out into the world,
through your pretty
browns,
seeing the skies and
the various
towns.

Past the boxes that
others
seem so apt to
create,
I’d see all these
bubbles piled
up
on my plate.

Yes bubbles indeed,
because that’s what you
see.
It’s what you see, it’s so
clear to me.

Okay now I’m done,
I’ll find my way out,
now that I’m done
with my
poking about.

Once I am free, I
notice
I see,
all these bubbles and
bubbles
just roaming round
free.

But I also see boxes,
those will always be
there.
Big ones and small
ones wherever I
stare.

Yet I’ll still see those
bubbles,
those silly round things.
I now see your bubbles,
and all the newness it
brings.