Who Knowz

The Vineyard

God's vineyard is

Untended, and

Waiting.

The power he holds

Causes roots to be cut,

In the vineyard.

Upon her release from a mental hospital, Clarissa found out her beloved bird had passed in her mom's care while Clarissa was away. Without hanging up the phone, she unbuckled her seat belt and proceeded to try to exit the moving vehicle. Her best friend grabbed her arm and started shouting and nearly wrecked the truck getting her back in the truck. There were a lot of questions coming from Dan, Clarissa's best friend, at that point.

But, Clarissa gave up and didn't even say a word. Just shed tears and stared straight ahead.

"Are you catatonic?" Dan pressed loudly, glaring at her.

But, Clarissa wasn't here. Her mind lacked all conscious thought. All she could see was Lovely, her green parakeet. My mom drugged her and killed her.

But, that thought didn't process all the way and just made the hole bigger. The void left by Lovely. When Dan pulled into the driveway at his house, Clarissa didn't move to get out of the car. "Tell me what happened!" Dan was exasperated. But, Clarissa gave up and didn't even speak. Once again, no thoughts.

"Who were you on the phone with?!"

"Get out of the car...."

Clarissa closed her eyes but, Lovely kept making her appearance behind Clarissa's eyelids. She heard it foreignly at first, then realized the sound was coming from her own parted lips: a kind of groan/scream.

"You won't even tell me what happened!" Dan held her hand as he stood outside the truck. Clarissa moved her right leg to get out.

Then, the rest was a blur.

Clarissa didnt speak. She was put in a home for the elderly, even though she was merely 32. Her family was banned from visiting her and Dan would bring her useful items like snacks, and bird magazines. Sometimes, she would even talk to Dan. Mostly just a few words. Her depression was so severe, moving around was difficult. So, she stayed in a chair.

One day, a group of firefighters came in the facility, Clarissa's home, to give out donations. She ignored them. That is, until she heard Lovely, clear as day. Clarissa clutched her chest and looked around to catch the eye of one of the firemen. "Lovely!" She gasped excitedly. A fellow resident gawked at her and instantly spread the word that Clarissa had, in fact, spoken a word. "Lovely!" She cried again, lifting her hands and face to the sky. The staff noticed.

The firefighter Clarissa locked eyes with started walking over. Clarissa could hear Lovely again and, then, suddenly, the man was talking to Clarissa. "Hey, I'm Andy. Who is Lovely?"

Clarissa then realized Lovely sent this gorgeous man to make everything better. She looked him in the eyes and processed his face, and what he was saying.

For being too much

For seeing everything

No grace enough to call you woman

As you pry away my boards

To leave us naked in the street

I am mad at you

For stealing my man

The warmth of the sensual

And the passion of the song

Makes my knees rise

And my stomach touch my spine

The best part is

Is that it never stops

And the sunset keeps growing

Inside all of me

While you wait your turn

My muscles squeeze at your notion

Feels like every part is met

When the instinct is met

With the rush and accurate emotion

When every need is met

And my body sings

With the very sensation of my chakra

As you move it

And align my breath with the movement

Til all of me is done for

And we roll over

And wait until next time.

The turning point

Or, only the past

Soon we might feel

The new current

Or only forlonging

Soon we might plan it all out

But what should the plan be

When all we have

Is the moon and stars

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