Eyeballs in the Soap
Blue as can be, they are.
Sitting disguised, in the foamy rim.
Looking more like frog's eyes every second.
Gazing up to a heavenly sky, as if for salvation.
Glazing over with a rainbow sheen of soap.
Keeping watch for above world predators,
Hidden below in the blue azure liquid submerge.
Waiting, without a blink.
Writing by Regina Stemberger