Surreal Custodian

2025 June #010. The Geometry of Transition

Balanced on the edge of becoming
I arrange what hovers but never falls
Diamond-headed sentinel of the in-between
Keeper of objects that defy gravity's laws
The checkerboard stretches beneath my watch
While yellow splits the atmosphere in two
I sit in patient blue, a necessary uniform
For those who guard the threshold view
These suspended forms are not mere objects
But states of mind caught mid-transformation
Neither solid nor liquid, past nor future
Each droplet holds a world of contemplation
We recognize ourselves in this strange duty
Maintaining order at the edge of change
Holding contradictions without resolution
Finding comfort in what others find strange
The custodian's task is not to understand
But to maintain the delicate balance
Between what we know and what we sense
In that rich territory of perpetual valence