Droplets

Beads of sweat creep down the shower door,
accumulating on his forehead, the mirror,
places where perspiration and condensation
mingle in incoherent rambling.

As the steam eyes cloud with murderous fever
dancing elven creatures miraculously appear
and disappear in thoughts, visions, in between
lines and wisps in the vapors.

It is not a haze, a phase, a craze,
but a miraculous weeble-wobble stabilization
pupils constrict, pinpoint black focus
as the water rushes down.