The Purple Grape

The purple grape,
soaked with a whole summer,
bears more than sweetness in it:

secret sparks
which will burst on your tongue,
which will rise like fire
to your temples, your wrists.

The purple grape’s flesh,
crushed, filtered, fermented,
harbours a truth,
a dark and dense
and undiscovered truth,
a relentless ruler.

Find dreams flipping over
into life, find sun
running through your veins,
find the more
you were made for.

Christina Egan © 2006