Egg Poaching

Adjacent, not

mixed: two liquids begin after a fall down so that

one is in the other, and warm until

light refracting albumen looking like an apparition,

mists up.

Peering in I see it now, becoming white,

separating out.

It bobs –

surrounded by hastening molecules that rise                    up,

and strain against surface tension.

The golden orb glazes over

like a cataract.

And now

a precarious object is fully apparent –

soft, tremulous solid holding sunny

flows. And I know it is

ready.

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