spilled milk

a glass of milk tips

over

spilling

across the table

in a wet

sea

of white, it

ripples and collects

between the glasses

and plates.

it's just milk 

my mother says,

nothing

to get upset about.

no need to worry.

she goes to the kitchen

and gets another

cold bottle

from the ice box.

then pours

another glass.

she wipes the table

clean.

we sit, we pray,

we eat.

that's that.