Wiping Away Six Months of Workdays
I needed that warm,
crystal tulip of wine
to wash away
the knot in my innermost…
wiping away, like a priest
or a bartender cleanses a glass,
moving me somewhere over the rainbow
loosening the ache of shoulders
and the nerves from my stomach
wiping away six months of work days,
I am beginning to feel like my real self
again. laughing with family over
silly things. we sit around a round
carousel of a table, cherishing.
i’ve not had to set my alarm
and pry my eyes open
for days.
that lovely vine did the trick,
loosening the vapid grapes,
cleansing the windows of me.
and i know i’ll cherish
soon a mimosa
with my daughter-in-law
cheers to a couple
relaxing weeks
even if i must work hard
replacing tit for tat
‘tis a break
from all of that…
5/17/2019
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