It reached enlightenment,

my cranberry liqueur,

meditating for months,
silently blending,

cranberries, orange rind,

sugar, vanilla bean, vodka,
peace.
Cross-legged in the ebb and flow

of simple, effortless being,
changing into the heart-red

ripeness of a cherry, a ruby,
a given rose.

It is not only liqueur.

Bread is not just bread.
Today it is ready.
I pour mine.

I pour yours
and reach through.

Cheers!