Surreal Disconnection Psyche Poem by James Callos Jordan

Eagerly waiting for its arrival,
Beneath the apple tree;
On a cloudy morning.

I hold a cup of coffee,
And just stare on reflections;
Of the sky in between leaves.

Gradually I swirl the burnt liquid,
Slowly following each ripple;
Unaware, I fall in a trance.

In that reverie I speak,
All I see are blobs;
Of neon tinted liquid.

The air lushly is flavored,
With bitter sweet goodness;
Tingling every part of my body.

My weight was lifted with ecstasy,
From this unknown occurrence;
Where I’m situated and breathing.

Then I saw the last ripple,
Of that velvet reflection;
And snapped back to reality.

April 7,2009