Wine

Then imprint their red stain with fallen drops

In rings upon open page and tablecloth,

Only written record of our discussions non-stop

Over dinner and after last night, on and off.

Sun, that modulates water through grape and brain,

Rises raging above the ocean again, a gain

That we may count on, resuming daily change:

Today’s jokes, today’s lessons, today’s again pain.

Clink of our thoughts, like empties by the door,

Fragile and unspoken, change into ambient

Or a music of footfalls, symphony of chores,

Human arias of everyday, forceful through lenient.

Tonight we will set out our meal and woke words,

Open a red to help translate what we heard.