turned into wine but wine
turning back into water,
that which was a great
distance away returning
of its own accord;
that which we most feared
to lose, appearing motionless
though set in flight, so buoyant now
above the roofs and rooted stones.
[LAG-other-response date=”09 01 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/09/my-dream-about-learning-to-dance/” title=”Via Negativa: My Dream About Learning to Dance”]