Water

Darkness flickering between white lights

Standing in the kitchen with a blank mind

Staring at a glass of water I just poured

Transparent liquid right to the core

Cold to the touch of my lips

Bubbling back as it pours in

Half full or half empty

What meaning would that grant me?

Quenching my thirst with nothingness

Crystal beads resting on the rim

Distorting images from within

Shades of gray from every angle

Sparkling liquid cleverly labeled

But in a glass it recovers its name

In a glass it is all the same

Just a simple glass of water

Kind of makes we wonder

Am I really October,

Or nothing more... than a glass of water