Vines and Grapes

When I worked in the vineyards in the ending summer of '12,

Learning how to carefully cut vines,

So that I wouldn’t end up tearing through the vines green skin,

And end up slapping my face with a vine

See the Key was to cut the roots.

The “Uvas”, a violet juicy miniscule oval

Grow from the plant snakes, that grow from vegetation, that hold the leaves,

Of the miniature tree.

To cut the vines would mean to doom a whole branch of Uvas,

Ending an entire string of vines.

It took me my second day in the heat to realize,

That the Viniedo was preparing to hibernate.

Meaning no more grapes for the summer to pluck.

A time when the vines would all freeze together momentarily.

Stopping the whole process of growth.

So, how I asked myself did the Uvas grow for the summer.

So I asked my grandmother,

And she said, Es el magico del Viniedo que mantiene la vida.

I knew as soon as she said the magic of the vineyard,

She was directing it towards the power of the vines.

The vines were the defenders for the Uvas.

The vines were the life pumpers of the Viniedos.

Where all the nutrients flow.

I cutting the vines down in belief that they were a nuisance.

Unaware, of their mystical power.