Eating breakfast this morning,
cereal in hand, ready to pour,
I was amazed by what I saw:
a blue sky in my cereal bowl.

Put the cereal down, the sky seemed to say.
So I did.
I sat completely still and watched.
I reflected.
The sky, cupped by curved sides
of white porcelain, was very blue
and flat—a lake of blue milk.

All morning, my heart sounded
like a coin dropped into a well.
And me, waiting. Waiting
for the clink to tell me
my time had come.

Eventually, I picked up the spoon and ate.
This is what infinity tastes like.