Drink Me
Waves crash in tidal relentlessness
Grind me into fine white sand.
Emotions blend so that one to the next
Flows , teeming with life in between grains.
Churn me now so even I can’t say
Whether I am animal, vegetable, mineral.
Am I sea or storm-swept sky?
Am I plankton or vast blue whale?
Am I fierce avenging God,
Or trembling sack of sinful flesh?
Am I my good intention’s deeds,
Or a cork tossed while the message bottle sinks?
Can I contain all, be all?
Be shells and mollusks, crab and coral?
Be the moon’s seductive pull
And the battered cliffs at the water’s edge.
Scoop me into a jar and prize me.
Sift my being for the valuable effluvia.
Crucible those contents that will serve
To blow some glass for your banquet table.
Into that crystal goblet pour hopes
To overflowing, and bitter poison too.
And love, love everlasting and pure,
Until the drink tastes of life, and of tears.
© Stacie Ferrante
4-25-09
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