Today's poetic installment.
In vino veritas
Drink in the past
of the particular grain
and mineral of the soil
Drink in the day,
consume the humidity
of the air
and the tilt of the Earth.
The Sun’s peculiar angle is trapped
so delicately when the bottle is right
Time is stored on the vine and released
so we can remember.
Sip from the fluted glass
That chimes with fire
and was forged by the hands
that pluck the grape
and expel seed
Be intoxicated by the will of the vineyard
envision the ancient amphoras sailing
the seas bringing cultivated celebration
and tidings from those long gone.
