I went out walking that day, blissfully unaware.
The sun sent its gift to me,
Warming my soul and lifting my spirit.
I’ve been here before… I remember this place.
The hills rolled and the vines spread their wiry arms horizontal, reaching for each other.
The wind rustled the leaves gently but the vines kept hold, not yet ready to release.
Now wasn’t the time.
There was yet fruit to bear.
The ground beneath my feet was grateful of the sun’s gift and in return,
Sent dusty earthiness to me that invaded me and reminded me.
I was reconnected.
I walked that day, carefree,
Until suddenly, I was drawn.
The most sumptuous fruit caught my eye.
There on the vine, where many others grew,
Why did these entice me?
To me, they were special and who’s to say why?
Best not to over think it, really.
I took in their perfect beauty and imagined the sweet gifts within.
But these had too few days on the vine.
Not yet ripe and ready for the picking,
All I could do was admire and wonder.
I wondered if my path would lead me back here,
Another day when their time was right.
But as a famous poet once said,
“Knowing how way lead on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back”.
Would another soon walk this path and be lucky enough to enjoy the perfect fruit from that vine?
Or would my way bring me back again?
Would this fruit ultimately be mine?