I cling to kind words
Like ivy twining.
Up and over the veranda I go.
A place, a toehold, here on the chimney
Offers a final culmination
Until a sturdy stem is able
To stretch up above the mortar.

And from this vantage point I see
The breadth of the horizon.
I comprehend
Just as the weight of my understanding
And the bulk of my new growth
Bend my heart, and I droop.
I condescend,
Return to my humble beginnings.
In a freefall of greenery
And low-slung blossoms,
I cascade completely unconcerned
By any words that are said.

-jenn