Just beneath the surface
was a resting place,
where I could muffle out reality
under a canopy of warm, soapy suds.
With only my nose above the surface,
raised voices
turned to base beats
and
the day’s mistakes
popped away with each glistening bubble.
There I came to know
liminal space
long before I ever even knew what it meant.
There I came to know
nothing would ever stay the same
in me
even if everything remained
after I emerged.