The Winemaker

If I wanted a hobby,
I would sew quilts
or paint, garden
or do puzzles. I desire

a trade, a skill-filled road
to make my way
in the world. I’ll make
my way as a woman

alone, not needing
the trappings, the traps
of men who would
enslave me. St. Vincent,

you were jailed and tortured
for your faith. I have faith
that a path of freedom
from chains and hurt

lays before me. Our saintly patron,
please bless these grapes, the first bottles
of wine I’ll cork. When the time is right,
I will raise my first glass to you.

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