Maybe it’s a bad habit
this addiction to metaphors
but when the vine turned purple today
like somebody choking
I thought more about me
than the vine
about how a leaf shows us
how to let go
about why it always feels right
to hang on
until later
when it is clear
you should have
let go
about how the colours
have been in the leaves all along
covered up by green
like my old woman self
sitting inside me
waiting her turn
where is she now
when I could use
her wisdom.