Halfway Through the Fast
Halfway through the fast is it a giant granite stone we shoulder uphill in a boiling sun? Or pool after reflective shady pool …
The wine we love is the wine of the spirit
The wine we avoid is the wine of the body
Though the wine of the body lead to spiritual bliss
its dregs and bitters are magical temptation
Shattering the glass is the way to the pure wine
though the glass itself is the wine and the
wine itself the glass
and the lips that sip are also the blesséd drink
that we think by simply sipping we’ll be
able to drink
And we drown in the world of what is
always drunkenly around us
whose otherworldly bubbles of light always
drunkenly surround us
11/25/2007 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)
Categories: Poems