Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Vine ... For Monika

This is a true story, Monika. It happened while we were still living in my beloved Oregon. I thought of it again when I saw your pictures.

The Vine

It was small,
but mighty,
but fiercely determined—
the vine
that grew outside my back door.
It was an invader,

Imagine when,
one morning I noticed
such delicate life
invading my kitchen.
Through the wall, no less,
it had burrowed—
a leafy drill
through stucco and wood,
dry wall and plaster.

I should cut it away, I thought,
tear it out by its roots,
seal its passage,
pull it out and destroy it,
but how could I
when all I could do
was watch in amazement
as little by little
and day by day it traveled
across the linoleum.

Where next would it go?
I wondered.

Would I,
one morning awaken
to find myself covered
with a blanket of leaves?
Or would I be trapped
in its vines,
like a fly in a web?

I moved on,
the vine behind,
and wondering
where next did it go—
where next did it go?


At 8:58 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Thanks Vi. This is the most wonderful piece!

At 4:27 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

We have a vine like this that likes to take over. Makes me feel like I am really living out the Sleeping Beauty myth.

At 6:50 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Hey, you've just reminded me of that, Heather. I had forgotten about all that vine stuff, would make a great pic, I think, if you get so inspired;-)


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