On Jack Daniels and Lab Reports

Ice-white smoky tendrils
drift from chilled cylindrical vessel
filled with pale pink
alcoholic goodness
I shall imbibe slowly
thus savouring
its silky smoothness

Releasing the brain's sphincter
words pour forth on a page
formulas and mechanisms
work together grudgingly
to turn out final solutions
from tedious calculations

It is at this stage
where my mind tends to wander
and the retraction setting on its leash breaks
as thoughts drift to a friend
to my husband
and jealous-like gaze at the cat
who lies in slumber in the sunbeam

And I find
that all is right in my little world
for now.....