In vino veritas, a new blog poem

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.