Mind like Water

Clouded existence. A lightness now felt
as I climb through lenticular waves of normality
to blue skies around, alighting by these,
walking on cotton wool, newfound ground zero.
How oddly new I feel.
I'm boiled like water:
purified and cleared away;
obscured -
once turbid, now limpid.
How black and mirrored and white I could be
a shifting moiré of uncertainty:
she stirs me as she stirs the hair on the back of my head.
He stirs me as he stirs the clouds in his coffee.

SiKee 0510