From the breaking point
its sterile contents drop
into the heat.
Yolk clings to albumen
quickening from see-through
to a modest white skirt
takes a tumble turn in the frothy swirl
dances in the whirlpool of the boil.
The poacher executes the lightest lift
a stealthy steal on slotted spoon
before the yellow centrepiece,
reaches landfall on buttered toast.