The Wine of Metaphor

by Pamela

Just as the glass floats,
So does my awareness.
Just as the generous dregs remain guarded within,
So is my ability to create.

They hold steadfastly to the bottom –
(a pessimist’s dream)
Seeing every inch of the

Almost. From its one molten window.

The water of almost all.
Of life being lived,

Hushed and contemplative.

The water of the bigger body.

Generous dregs on
The brink
Ecstatic release.

I am there again, just a dreg shorter.