Not a political message today... just the body and soul of a good grape.
A Vine Grows
By Isaac M. O'Bannon
So young, fresh, spirited in youth-
Pulled lovingly from our vine,
separated from each
other and our hillside home.
Our journey begins.
Pushed blindly,
our souls then threshed,
bled and trapped,
mashed painfully through
time and years- to
sift impurities
to enrich us with experience
we did not know we lacked.
An oaken prison
confines, compels us to age, mature, ripen-
years later unbound, poured forth
after a seemingly intolerable sentence.
Released,
sweetest freedom!
Uncaged, unshackled, unsheathed,
uncorked to
breathe and reunite with
time, air, earth…
with each other!
Liquid souls imbued with passion!
Virulence!
Energy! History!
Maturity, sensually tasted
Senses savor essence, scent-
and no subtle flavor, ours-
no hint mildly teasing,
but fervent revolution,
budding, growing
emotions exposed, exploding-
achingly alive!
Emotionally charged and
lovingly drained with a
decanter now spent in our wake.