The Pilgriming Vine

 Sometime now I've been afraid that the pilgriming vine is
Finally coming to take me.

Do you know this feeling?
It's a feeling of separation and futurism (A word I made up that happens to exist and have an alternative meaning).

I like to think that people are guided through life by something.

It's a lot more reassuring than the idea that we are all controlling our own destiny because frankly sometimes that seems far too difficult.

I like to think that I am guided by this Pilgriming Vine- not especially controlled or obligated to it, but guided.

It makes sense metaphorically- we all start as a bud and then begin climbing and gradually we climb up the wall connecting with other parts of the vine and diverging at different points.

Sooner or later we reach the highest we can go and our leaves drop- but that's ok.

Taste it and tell me it's savoury
Hold it up high to the light and
Let it grow and
Tell me you're always my only
Never look down mother maple
If you go
Never look down if you go

I especially like the idea that we are all growing together on a maple tree.