I drank a cup of strong red wine,
and half of it I somehow spilt…
That was still in another life,
before this winding lane was built…
It was along the straight wide road,
beneath a square of bright-red tiles…
I spilt it from a bright-red cup,
and then I walked from town for miles…
I limped along the riverside,
I lay down in the damp dark fern…
I spilt my wine, I spilt my life:
one day, I shall have to return.
Christina Egan © 2015
This story was inspired by the winding highways and the straight Roman road meeting at Tottenham, London, England.
The Latin title means ‘Where are you going?’ and may imply a reproach to someone who is trying to flee their place in life.
See also my poem By the Highway
(in German and English versions).
Roman mosaics, Bardo Museum, Tunis.
Photographs: Christina Egan © 2014