Near The Vines Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Roots and from them their vines,
Can be found around us at anytime.
To be discovered uncovered.
If it is wished them to be noticed,
To come and go.
Before, during or after...
A show to watch around the clock.
Never ending to stop the obvious.
Found just around the corner,
From the hustle and bustle...
Seen between the overflowing,
Of every street block growing.
With entwined minds blown.

But one with an open mind,
No longer limited to be confined...
Can at anytime find,
Better tasting grapes to pick.
To sit and eat them,
With a permitting to do it...
Away from a hectic pace,
To rejuvenate.

And an unwinding mind sees it clear,
Others rushing around...
Trying to find ways to exit and escape,
From a maze driving them crazy.
While seeking not to be eaten,
By sneaking fattened cats.
Chasing frantic rats slowing their pace.
Within a maze too dazed...
And too caught up not to notice,
An exit near the vines...
Where the grapes to pick and sit,
Will not have those fatten cats...
Expecting chased rats relaxing.
Until they are tired of the craze to leave it,
Behind to go unnoticed.

Near the vines,
And feeling fine.
Like a field mouse and not a chased rat.
Being eaten everyday by fattened cats.

Near the vines to pick grapes.
And not chased.
Near the vines and in the maze.
But not chased.
Coming to go to watch the show.
But not chased.
Watching the cats getting fat on rats,
In the same race...
But not chased to take the bait.
Or become seduced,
To overheard debates by fat cats...
Chasing,
In the maze.