Murmuration

Tilt the milk, frigid, and free it to fall
Into the mug full of coffee just below.
Then watch the storm ensue, as in
Starry night by Van Gogh.

Milk, before it unites, swirls
It tumbles, twists and curls,
As science performs its operation
To turn black into au lait.

Like a swarm of starlings in murmuration
Like the universe of galaxies in expectation
Like the formation of clouds
Into a storm in the tropics.

Inexplicable to the layman,
Captivating, mesmerizing,
Awe-inspiring, illuminating,
Like the beauty of the woman next to me.