sip its essence
a balm for the gut
slight shriveling of clarity
tingling tongue
loosed tongue.
From a mountain vista
nudged carefully into a crook
of sun-warmed rocks
I grasped my knees
looked down upon rippling blue waters,
sucked in an orgy of crisp, cool air.
A passionate life
sunk in drink
and a drunken view of nature
share common roots
like twin children
from one fertile womb.
(For more by Alice Shapiro and “Life: Descending/Ascending” go to www.totalrecallpress.com or www.amazon.com.)
