Libation to Neptune

I, one day, into the Ocean
Have (but where non vade mecum)
Thrown, out of Roman devotion,
Of precious wine a modicum...

Who decreed it should be lost thus?
Did I obey some oracle?
Or had my heart kicked up a fuss,
My blood spun like a coracle?

After its customary sheen,
As if this thing had never been,
The sea resumed, and life moved on...

A pink smoke briefly marked the spot.
The waves got drunk. The wine had gone.
My mind dwelt on I know not what...