Condensational Glory...

Time stands still
A moment
Void of thought, sight or sound
Willfully
All conversation muted

Liquid
Like a tropical rain it gathers
Condensed, cold matter
Clinging to that which
Is served up tall and bitter

Only I can see it
Aquatic wonder
Gravity's power
A sweet surrender
A letting go
Dripping
From glass to finger

~2012 Vaughn Wood