Poem for the Day - Good Wine is a Familiar Creature

Good Wine is a Familiar Creature

                   

When the sun goes down we meet

                   for an evening meal.

We bring three bottles of wine, one champagne

              their depth soon to be released     absolutely

                enjoyed           on the tongue

Unsure of which

                     succulent dish               arrives first,

we pop the champagne, froth in the glass

                                                    bringing us back to life.

Curried chicken with rice has a status of its own

         strikingly familiar

                                   with the one at home.

The waitress brings the pork, then the fish. Something

              spills on the table as minute as a bead.

                                      It rolls under the carousel

 and is gone.

                       White wine is the fruity kick of glass.

Three of us are very drunk.

             The fourth, who drives us home, who doesn’t drink,

                            enjoys the evening just the same

                and marbles              

                       the glazed eye of a fish

                                 through the wet space

                                            of the coffee table

spilled with roiled droplets…