Root ball
Burst
Out of your tangle
In your perfectly chaotic
Frenzy
Of growth.
Send your silky tendrils
On their delicate quest
For nourishment
Twisting and
Turning
Whichever way
The earth calls for them,
Following the scent
Of vitality and
Dancing between
Refusal and acceptance as you
Patiently distinguish
One molecule from another,
A syncopation
Of memory and desire.
Root ball,
When
Does your dynamism
Meet stillness?
When
Do you become
A trunk?
Where
The sky demands
Acknowledgement,
And only there
Your freedom
Feeds your discipline
And you tempt
The darkness into light
Emerging
Muddy and victorious
As the lilac blossom
Is woven
From the cow pat
Shamelessly and
Without apology.