In the middle of thought,
A bug appears in my tea
I watch how it swirls around in circles
Creating patterns in the liquid,
Catching the colours
Of the world around it.

I look outside To see the reflection
And find a dove Watching me from the window.

What was I thinking
Before I got distracted?

The dove takes flight And disappears.
I look in my tea;
Still as the air.

No bug to be seen.

Now what was I thinking?