I am but a water glass

I am but a water glass,
a container for my life.
Life osmoses through me
forming droplets of moments
that ruin rivulet-like to the tabletop.

I am but a water glass,
separating inner from outer.
Time gloms to my edges
condensed from the agitated infinite air around me
evaporating as quickly as it forms.

I am but a water glass,
filled with molecules moving
both thick and fast and hot
yet lithe and smooth and cool
a fluid resembling a solid.

I am.