Pour One Out
Families are sometimes imperfect
Vessels to pour our love into
But pour it out we must because
Let’s face it, how else will you taste it?
There will be spills, rest assured,
And you will get unreasonably angry
Ruing all the love you think you wasted.
Carafes and bottles eventually
Get chipped, cracked, temporarily misplaced.
Sometimes they dull to the
Clouded opacity of old glass
But something happens
To the love we store there
In dust laden receptacles under stairwells
In cabinets above the refrigerators
It never matters how much time passes
What we pour in every year
Mixes with the tannins and acids
Of unexpected joys and silly estrangements
And ages into the finest of wines
Where every year is the best vintage
Every bottle the perfect pairing
To a rollicking holiday feast
All we have to do is uncork it.
When we gather together
Our host carefully pours
Some into each of our glasses
And then we take turns
Making a series of exuberant toasts
That sometimes can last hours
We lose track of time
We never run out of wine
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