The seventh of a series of twelve. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma.
Wherein the glass changes hands and becomes
framed, failing, without reference
to resolve the internal process:
solid to liquid, the uncertain union
rendered in the idiom of
illumination, one’s transparent shade responding
to light, another’s subsumed, joined in
the essential plight of taste and
taster, preceding the other, but lost, alone.
From eye to lip, the inevitable differs.