took time.
There was a fear
of the sunlight
juxtaposed
with the knowledge
that you had to go there
if you wanted to live.
If I were to be me
I had to go there,
tendrils tentatively
touching the tops
of the houses and trees,
even if I were
to go there alone.
My leaves stretched into sun
at a moment
not even I can pin down;
perhaps it was your watering
that charged my sap
with the energy needed for life.
1 comment:
I just love the image of leaves unfurling - and the tendrils touching the tops of houses so tentatively. Wonderful, and so resonant!
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