Living is an interpretive process. Some notions
Rest more easily, of an afternoon, balanced
With a teaspoon on the mindful edge of a saucer.
Others require contemplation, deduced
Through the evening, held in wide-rimmed glasses
Of deeper wines and intimate reflection.
The relish of all this is in the taste, no?
Some are acquired flavours, and these can
Question the palate as an apothegm.
Your tastes may differ to mine. I see no problem.
My advice, is to roll the argument upon the tongue,
Explore the nuance, and let its discourse flow.