Rhapsody In Red

I am desirous

of a moment’s peace

a cup of red

I don’t care what kind

or even the vessel

from which you decant

bring it to me from a box

screw top bottle

or a mason jar

it matters little

Nor does it matter

the container into which

you pour

for my consumption

I’ll gladly drink

from a goblet

juice glass

snifter

jelly jar

travel mug

your baby’s sippy cup

I have been contemplating

the taste

of that first sip

all day

and driving home

how the jar fits

on my lip

when turned to the widest gap

in its screw threads

tongue’s burn

the liquid held

for a moment

or two

against mouth’s roof

before swallowing

I am desirous

of the fuzzy edges

sharpened musings

sure to come

I want to access

the very inside

to visit blackness

lightness

flight

remembering

writing it all down

I’d take that drink

out on the back porch

for a walk around town

to the river

through the woods

dancing on a wood stage

swinging from railings

in the parking lot

behind the American Legion

down side streets

on rooftops

couches

mattresses

concrete steps

anywhere really

everywhere

And I’ll contemplate it

the rest of the time

who am I kidding

calling this contemplation

it’s a want

desire

maybe a need

certainly a wonder

why I’m stuck

thinking about it all the time

desirous

of some other way

wishing I could find

wanting

remembering

writing it all down.

For Kerry's challenge to the Real Toads: Rhapsody