Glass and water

An easy solace I found
In the laving of the glass—
The quick reflection contained
Was surprising for the eyes.
I gazed in contemplation
As still as the liquid stems,
Like silver bristles they hung
Above wide spherical blooms.
A sudden hop of a drop
Was too lively for my taste,
But I was promptly consoled
By an aqueous hold, as fast
As a lover's gentle grip—
Cleansing spotless memories.

Dale Chou
2012-07-05