The world is upside down
in my wine glass
reflected with clarity
but bowed by curve of glass
the curve of the world
the curve of the sea
the curve of your body
when you turn to
speak to me in the shower,
drops glancing off you
as I sketch the first
drawing of the day.
You are my constant
as I blow from
mood to mood,
my thoughts swinging too hard.
I can only admire
those who travel with easy comfort
in these streets turned upside down.
gaia mouse 