It sat there on the countertop
Tomato soup
Sliding down the side of a jet black mug
Into a red shaped puddle
Liquid mass
Sending out signals
Of this all too well known
Experience
Of imperfection
But in a moments time
It grows on you
Not as ugly as it first appeared
Red and White
Contrasting
Coming together
Never totally blending
The black cup
Sitting in the pool of their intimacy
Yes! It stopped me
Long enough to see the mess made on the countertop
Was beauty. Beauty incarnate
And that reminds me of another beautiful spill
