A vineyard up the hill from Castelnuovo Berardenga
in the Siena Province of Tuscany was once on the seafloor.
The hand-sized oyster shells makers occasionally find in the soil
are over 350 meters above current sea level.
And here we are, two bounded halves of a ruffled bivalve
hinged on a grape from a tectonic vintage
crescendoing into clusters for crushage, no rhythmites
to mark the highs and lows on the frame of our skin.
lands on the
tide the waves
wither surf fades
the sun crashes on a
of warming sand
Marek Kulig immigrated to the USA from Poland in 1992. A former high school English teacher, he currently works for a diagnostics laboratory. Latest writing in 251, Windfall Room, VIBE, Plants and Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Nifty Lit, and others.