Water Turning to Wine

I recently found an old computer disk that contained a sequence of prose poems written around 1988. I had it transferred to CD, and started making tentative revisions. They were originally part of a sequence of 20 entitled Leaping Across the Bridge. I like them, because they were my first real attempt to write ecstatic poems. They seem a bit thin now, but sometimes less is better. One of the poems, "Water Turning to Wine," is printed below.

WATER TURNING TO WINE

New snow fell through the afternoon, so slowly I
hardly noticed it. Now my feet kick up an inch of
powdery snow as I walk toward the house.

Inside me there are abandoned warehouses, fields
untilled for miles, tables prepared where anything
could happen. And water turning to wine, the body
changing to accommodate the growing spirit.

(Copyright Allan Cooper, 2007)