Aliens
They came in from nowhere. Appeared on the coaster. Smallish, slightly flaky, dried on the outside, they craved liquid. Climbed into the coffee. I fished them out on a spoon. They floated down my throat.
Now they are within me. They have taken possession of my system. Now nothing is the same and I see things in a different way. That plate on the table, diminished and slightly blurred.
Those flowers, edible now. Those geese in the garden, my brothers and sisters.
That cat, my friend.
rogermoorepoet 
“Nothing is the same.”
But those aliens looked yummy.
Happiest of New Years, Roger!
It has been crazy around here, good, but crazy. Just starting to get caught up.
Will email with updates.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Happy new year to you, too, Tanya. I have been floating in and out of all sorts of creative clouds. Blog took a hit (long absence) as a result. All well though and I look forward to an e-mail catch up! Thanks for the visit.
LikeLiked by 1 person