LOST WINE

Lost wine
my beggar's cup
of heartwood

            wine spilled
            in a circle
            on the earth

pouring past
into present
l'orage
the storm of windows

what is it you seek
trembling hand

            what are you saying
            pale mouth

lost wine
streaming
from stone to root

            cup rolling
            into shadow

            do not chase
            your weakness
            your hesitations