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Phototropic

don’t you love it          the way trees              trimmed
                                                            under 
                                                         power lines

get right back up                  to reach for the sky

the severed limbs heal         how they send out               new wood           
                                             how relentless                     spreading       

                       light pushing its edge

invisible bridge                                we say phototropic            
this call and response         in supple bends and angles

some creep                      in the largo tempo of        oaks and redwood
others pick up the pace       andante of              mulberries and pea vines

as plants are             people are                    phototropic too      

seduced with light           
light of love                       
swimming
sun and stars

see how we wrap our limbs around one another          
                                         an arbor of hugs
    
leaning in        breaking open    to radiance        cardinal  and  irresistible 
                                              
                                               is it soul or breath     
         
how we rebound            from pruning        reach for the love again
invisible bridge                                          we say resilient

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