I took a sip of poetry

and savored its slow cadence

smiling coyly with its humor

and lingering lightly over its meaning.

A few sips more

and I became quite tipsy

seeing the world in a haze

of description and

oddly split sentences.

I wandered the streets this way

gazing at subtle metaphors

as traffic flowed around me

insisting on a destination.

I slipped in and out of reality

as it suited me

letting time slow to my rhythm

so I could enjoy the passing moments

before they fled to

the onward press of tomorrow.