Wine

After Night has had its way; After all the dismantling; When I am alone with muffled calm; When I am done with handling All of the self inflicted doubt --- I am wine that sits decanting Made giddy with the thought of flight As I face one more replanting Splash me recklessly on the ground So I may fill the cracked dry dirt Drink me full with the hardest lust I am free of wounds but not the hurt – Healed at the altar of our art, Cauterized by this grateful heart. M C Biegner 3/2005