I Have Drunk the Heady Wine
I have drunk the heady wine of triumph
And tasted its dregs the next morning.
I have felt the sharp fingers of grief
Digging deep wells in stone granite
And known the emptiness of that pit later.
I have licked the creamy icing of smugness
Seen the dark shadow of condecension
And the frigid warmth of contempt.
But now I seek the cool shade
Where cold drops of rain fall from grey skies
Or jade meadows twinkle in the sunlight
Or quiet snow binds the earth in a soft blanket of purity.
Here there is no pain or sorrow
Or heady joy.
Only calm peace
And numb contentment.
copyright 1967 merry kaisner