From formative stages and obvious metaphor for everything around you, remind you that Now is the Now to leap upon with eagerness, near-anger, certitude that you are the only YOU to pursue. Grapes after crush promising story, of the year and the crush pad, and of you observing it, all of it.
Grapes with their color and hue, voice and texture. I reach in and grab one, chew, spit out only seeds. The juice wraps itself around me, for my story and sight… a poetry re-written and thought. I entrance in the grapes and juice, want to touch but don’t. Don’t want the color to change even slightly so I take a step back and hear her notes.