saturday poem

When they leave,
Do you think they hesitate,
Turn and make a farewell sign,

Some gesture of regret?

When they leave,
the music is loudest,
the sun high,

and you, dizzy with wine
befuddled with well-being,
sink into your body
as though it were real,
as if yours to keep.

You neither see their going,
nor hear their silence

-- Cy Twombly's 'interpretation' of Patricia Waters poem 'Now is the Drinking'

works by Cy Twombly 'Coronation of Sesostris 2000'
various panels
Acrylic, crayon, and pencil on canvas