Cavitation

In old days, bubbles and froth
Did a lot of work serving
As theological and

Logical analogies—
Life, the soul, aspirations,
The world—all seen as bubbles

And froth. And you can see why,
Staring into your coffee
Or drawing your bath, sitting

Next to any frothing stream.
It’s not just evanescence,
Though there’s that. There’s so many

Of them, all those small bubbles,
Myriad, jostling, each one
Precise and particular,

With its own circumstances,
Its void filled with vapor, gone.
It’s this multiplicity,

Arising and vanishing.
How could you fix the meanings
Of each of so many spheres?