Left behind

Despite the harvest being in, on the last vine of the last row on the vineyard up the street, a bunch of grapes still was suspended. No way will anyone come for it now. The rest of the vendage is already in vats, fermenting into the wines that will go with meals in a couple of years.

If grapes could think, would they have felt like children who were never chosen to be on anyone’s team in kickball? Or are they happy they escaped their fate, having hidden in the leaves as the pickers came closer and closer? If they could feel lonliness did they regret all their kindred were gone, no longer there to discuss the sun, the wind or to worry about hail storm? Maybe they were proud to be different, the only ones to have survived?

I know grapes don’t think, don’t feel, but people do, and those that are left behind by choice or by circumstances do have these feelings. And like Robert Frost's poem about the road not taken, there is always the thought, what would if happened if...