It Was 

By Jason Murray, 

June, 2012

The glass turned

incandescent with a copper

glow.

    The wine

    sits reflecting the light

    absorbing what it is not

your fingers,

nails short move the glass

around in slow circles

    as you smell

    savoring the musty

    fragrance

of the bottle

kept in the dark

cold cellar

    not in your heart

    yet as it burns

    your nose

with its pungency

and its berry

brightness

    still there

    reminding us of the vine

    the grape that it was.