Grape leaves flutter 
   and some catch the light
     to glow with translucence.

I'm in an ancient place,
   and this is such an ancient
     endeavor.

Wine has been the king
    of pursuits in these parts
      for millennia. 

Is that why I can become
   lost in the play of light 
      on quivering leaves?

Or is it just that time of day?
   The sun is low -- ready to set -- 
      My mind is slow & ready to drink.