SURFACE TENSION
Nothing intrigues me like water, in all its states.
What was once reflective becomes recursive—
a code, a mirror, a murmur.
These aren’t landscapes.
They’re interruptions.
Sometimes it’s liquid glass.
Sometimes it’s fractured memory.
Sometimes it’s ink on snow,
or breath on a pane of light.
And somewhere inside all that abstraction,
I try to create order from the chaos.
Not peace exactly—
just a moment that holds shape,
knowing it will never be the same.
