First it was a foetus <br />[Naturally enough] <br />Umbilical cord and all <br />A la Leonardo, <br />Until it became a pint-sized Pangea <br />Parting its continental components <br />Like mega-mitochondria <br />Courtesy of tectonic contractions <br />Borne upon convection currents <br />Surging from the scalding café core. <br />Next a face: <br />Frowning, <br />Stretching, <br />Whirling like a spiral galaxy, <br />Trying to squeeze itself <br />Into some sort of cosmic, coffee ’singularity’ <br />Before whose dark eternity <br />Millions of nano-sun supernovas <br />Exploded then faded forever <br />Beyond the event horizon. <br />Eventually even the broiling brown vortex <br />Shallowed and slowed <br />Then fell prey to the pull of surface tension, <br />Its faint remnants <br />Skidding and sliding down the cup diameter <br />Like unlike poles to each other. <br />Spent, <br />All that remained <br />Was perhaps coffee background radiation: <br />That faintest of echoes <br />In the taste of a cooling libation. <br /> <br /> <br />[Was idly watching Ellen stir her coffee and when she lifted out the spoon, the Brownian Motion, centrifugal force and surface tension of the liquid began to interact and play with the creamy froth.... ]<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffee-event-horizon/
