How to Drink Water When There Is Wine

“How to stay at this desk when the sun is barefooting cartwheels over the grass — How to step carefully on the path that begs for the fleet unfettered gait of a deer — How to go home again when the wood thrush is promising the drunk liquid bliss of dusk — How to resist the kiss, the body forbidden that plucks the long vibrating string of want — How to drink water when there is wine — Once I knew all these brick-shaped things, and how they protract the striving and virtuous life. Now I have lived long and I know better.”