The Wine Bottle
By: Bruce Levine
I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.
I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I threw the bottle in the trash, I simply said – I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle.
Why did I say that? Is there some hidden meaning? Am I seeking something beyond the surface or am I simply looking internally?
What if I look too hard? What if I don’t like what I find?
Wouldn’t it be better to throw away the bottle and not think about it? Not look back…
Look back at what? It’s an empty bottle. Why am I making such a big deal about an empty wine bottle?
Time to reflect not so much about the statement, but why I’m making the statement.
A longer pause.
A realization that there must be some reason why I made the statement… Some reason for thinking of myself as an empty wine bottle…
An even longer pause.
I said it because it fell out of my mouth. I must have thought it was funny at the moment – WRONG! It wasn’t funny and had no hidden meaning.
It was simply as full of meaning as the bottle of wine – empty.
I feel better.
I think I’ll open another bottle of wine.
Bruce Levine is a Pushcart Prize Poetry nominee, a Spillwords Press Awards winner and a Featured Writer in WestWard Quarterly. Over three hundred of his works are published on over twenty-five on-line journals including Ariel Chart, Spillwords, Literary Yard; in over seventy print books including Tipton Poetry Journal, Halcyon Days and Founder’s Favourites and his shows have been produced in New York and around the country.