Sunday, May 17, 2009

Relocation

The determined jade plant grows
past its tiny pot.
Thick waxy leaves
reach downward –

arching stems droop
like a weeping willow’s
silk strung silhouette, yet

with so much flesh from
so little moisture in its form.
Leaning on a plain white wall

beneath a southern window,
dance-like long-limbed shadows
double its true mass,

hint at fluid movement.
The shiny green top-heavy succulent
defies thinning laws of gravity,

daring the round terracotta limits
to hold still whatever passes
for jade feet, all ready to step out

and find more suitable
accommodations.

3 comments:

andie said...

For me most of this lies in the last three lines...

Myra said...

Yeah, I may cut out the bulk of the middle stanzas. I was falling asleep as I wrote it.

andie said...

:) You sleep write incredibly well, may I say....