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Jaime Fradera
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since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2006-03-20 05:25 PM

Everlasting Wine

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 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 sham pain.
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 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, shimmering and shimmering,
she grows taller and yet taller.
I want to say how I revere her,
to tell how I look up to her.
I stand on tip-toes
to whisper in her ear.
Then, shimmering and shimmering,
she takes me in her waiting arms.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2006-03-20 07:23 PM

This is a beautiful write, Jaime.
May she hold you close, forever.

Ixtab
Member

since 1999-06-23

Posts 105
MEXICAlpan de las tunas

2 posted 2006-03-20 10:39 PM

A captiviating poem, beautifull.

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