Like Accidental Wine

Like Accidental Wine

(“The Lord is pleased with his people, and he gives victory to those who are humble.” Psalm 149:4)

Borders, landlines,
phonelines and shores along
the cliffs: we want to define the
boundaries
for all time.

But the waves break and move the sands,
tsunamis send ancient landmarks inland. Angels
fly between our certainties and
alight where death occupies space
we’ve allotted to the proper dimensions.

Sometimes the wadis run full,
sometimes the lakes run dry.
Often our rhymes are indistinct,
our metaphors too precise.

Let us spill our language like accidental wine,
let us find the wink of summer as sparrows
mind their business in branches outside our windows.
Let us celebrate all we do not know,
let us sing like resurrected minds.
Let the mechanisms unwind,
let our spirits imbibe the inaccuracy
of it all.

Seasons are not divided by graphite fences,
our senses shuffle between bitter and sublime.
We can hear,
once we lay our words aside,
the faintest ions of wonder being born.