FOOTPRINTS IN THE BATH

Tiny bits of wool and lint

Leave their shady fingerprint

 

On the bottom of the tub,

Where Platonic shadows dub

 

From the surface of the bath

A rolling underwater path 

 

Of DNA-like lines and blots,

The filmy subatomic plots

 

And subtly trembling polygraph

Of the soapy water’s math,

 

Where the linens of the posh

Come to pieces in the wash,

 

Drowning parts of clothes that bare

The universe’s underwear,

 

Miming chains of molecules

Which our shedding epidermis fuels,

 

Making up the whole from parts,

From a hair’s extruding hearts,

 

The world’s emerging gelatin

Developed from a piece of skin

 

Where the Ivory sun is swirled

From a superficial underworld

 

The essence of all things small or solar

Dancing lightly in the Kohler.