Even Some Enough

Look closely at a glass of wine
liquid laws of wind, fermentation,
geological distillation from the earth
history of stars still cooling
in its atomic arms.

Feynman was right, seeing the whole universe in it
Nature doesn't know about labels.
Maybe you neither.

Your own body is no exception.
Operating on the heart
with what's proven:
a little Ave Maria, a little Kings of Convenience,
even something of your own making,
even some enough.

Kneel beside your hips' cylinder of days
and pat the newest seconds onto it
the way a child builds a sandcastle
facing the tide, under a sun’s full moon.

In other words
look, listen and taste
of everything we call a life 
held up to what's left of the light
in the old penitent
of borderless stand
the same one the wine has

The mineral ending of convenience
in an avenue of the teaser.

My poetry book “The Garden Out of Dust”

Available at Waterstones

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