In a darkened, protracted
watery world, the roots
snake and swarm together
like so many nerve tendrils
seeking nourishment to
stimulate growth
a clipping, clearly
bottled up for future life
little leaves drink in the
window light, send signals
down into the feelers
that long for soil
icebergs and snowbirds
stare, stoic, from the wall
uprooted from arctic climes
brought here, to this cafe
for a stretch of the
imagination, almost a canvas
against which this hot
September afternoon feels
like a joke
ridiculous: the difference
from aquatic birth to
solid earth, so far north
to deepest south
espresso sings: hand to mouth
Following on from yesterday’s post, another scrutiny poem. Thank you for reading!
The Poetry Patio 