Glorieta

Sitting in the doorway of a palace

Placid movements of clouds

Gazing upon the overflowing chalice

Feeling what a moment allows

Opening of a heart

Concert up high

In a friend’s girth

The flowing subsides

As I watch him drink

Draining the vessel

In outright disbelief

My mind unfurls

Can this cup overflow again

Is he returning with anew

The chalice glints his grin

And he hands me one too

Hesitantly I glance inside

A reflection of perfection

Slowly I gulp down the wine

Overflowing with intoxication

~

DBrown Fisher

© Aug 1997