truth

pick up your spoon, close your eyes, and picture with delight:
a somewhat solidified sea,
a distant wave reaching its crest,
dancing fluid and flexible,
jiggling, creating ripples that cause the surface to twinkle,
so that you find your sight caught
as you stare into a rich red
with unbelievable depth,
and trace-transparency
that reveals the bottom,
hiding the treasure
which you will now unearth with your shovel-spoon.

and as you bring the ocean to your lips,
you drink it down, discovering the delight
that melts, cascading down your throat.

hoping for more, but realizing
that you shaped the prize
with your expectations, and now
the geometric boundaries
have stolen away your satisfaction.