Brian’sPoems

Water, Bread, Wine

“We will sell no wine before its time.”

The water says,
“Drink me,
take me in.”
The bread says,
“Me too,
I want to become
part of you.”

I drink,
I eat,
again and again.
I am so thirsty.
I am so hungry.
What is it
my body desires?

Those lingering spirits
are most playful at dawn.
They chide,
“You are so serious.
But of course,
you become the water,
the bread.”

I protest,
“I want to be wine!”
As the spirits go out
they call,
“Not before it’s time!”