Vinho verde #2 (a poem)

A bit frustrated with my writing the last couple of days. An acceptable result from Thursday…

Is that truth
that tingles on my tongue
in flavors crisp?

I like to think
I can relax with the glass
but is that true?

The strength to keep on
comes and goes
in unpredictable ways
like small objects
adrift in the ocean
at the mercy of the waves

So courage hides
in pockets of a night-time buzz
afraid to show itself
any other way
but when no one else is looking

(23 July 2015—posted July 25)