But a liquid-loving evolution
Of some long-lost acorn,
Witness now
Its cooper-crafted, oaken staves
Embraced by iron-bound bands
Once forged in fire.

Regard its fate:
To encompass,
To contain, to hold
Some well-valued fluid
‘Til drawn out,
Finally fostering both
Liberation and
Transformation.

Little or large libations,
These minute celebrations
(Shared or solitary)
Conspire to release
Such surprising potentials
Latent in the moment
With curiously heart-opening
Liquid luxury.

So too, Mankind’s poetry
resonantly contains
Its cask of
Valued verbiage
Holding all patiently
Until tongue and mind
Release those thoughts
So carefully compassed
Within—
Encouraging their own
Small celebrations
(Solitary or shared)
Imbuing the moment
With well-beloved
Lingual luxury.

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Thus ever, may we
Toast mere Humanity
With its endless joys
And relentless sorrows
Both utter-able
And other-wise.