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.
