The Fountain of Ever-lasting Wine (re-done for 2007)

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Jaime Fradera
Senior Member

since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2007-04-19 01:02 PM

The time is late afternoon.
I'm taken as a guest
to what is supposed to be
a lavish, luxury apartment.
The apartment is a single room efficiency.
The place is empty,
except that, in the center of the room,
there is a fountain that overflows with wine.
The column of wine sprays into the air,
but curiously, it does not fall or spill.
Instead, it just evaporates,
filling the air with its bracing, invigorating scent.
I ponder:
How could the operator of this business
afford to throw away good wine like that?
I am fascinated by the fountain
and, as I approach, it comes to me
that the wine is inexhaustible and everlasting,
that the wine is ever flowing in the room
whether anyone is living there or not.
As I bend down over the fountain,
it reaches up to find me.
I drink and drink
and drink for an eternity of life.
The wine is strong and sweet and cold.
It bubbles in my mouth as if champagne.
Then I remember I'm on medication,
and tell myself to be more careful.

I step outside into a courtyard,
feeling the distant heat
of a Sun low in the sky.
Then I'm in a circle
with others holding hands.
It seems to be some kind of ritual,
like the ones we use to have in church.
Some of them are friends and some are strangers;
and some are of uncertain gender.
I want to tell them
of the unfurnished, luxury apartment;
I want to tell them
about the fountain of ever-lasting wine.
Suddenly the group is in my own apartment.
A middle-aged woman
standing near me takes my hand,
because it is almost time to go.
She is shimmering, beautiful and very tall.
she tells me that she knows
I want someone to be with me,
that she can't do that and doesn't have the time.
I tell her that I don't expect
that anyone will give me anything.
I tell her I already know
that people are already occupied,
already busy with their own affairs,
that no one in the world owes me a living.
Then she tells me that, because of this,
because I demand nothing,
because I can never take for granted
the gifts others may give to me,
because nothing is required of her to do,
she will stand always at my side.
Then, she begins to shimmer,
she grows taller and yet taller.
I want to say how I revere her,
to say how I look up to her.
I stand on tip-toes to whisper in her ear.
Then, as she she continues to shimmer,
she takes me in her waiting arms.

Doesn't the everlasting fount spring from the spirit?
Isn't the enchanted garden found within?

Floating in the tropopause
Southern Cross

Drauntz
Member Elite

since 2007-03-16

Posts 2905
Los Angeles California

1 posted 2007-04-19 01:07 PM

good.good.imagination!

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2007-04-19 02:13 PM

BRAVO! well done Jaime!
An enjoyable "sip" of divine wine from a fountain of friendship.

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2007-04-19 03:57 PM

Jaime, your "re-done" was VERY well-done!!!

I thoroughly enjoyed this sip of divine wine!

Love & the Living Fount,

EA

secondhanddreampoet
Member Ascendant

since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
a 'Universalist' !

4 posted 2007-04-19 09:20 PM

very effective 'write'

well done!

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