MADE TO RISE

On the Couch in Autumn

 

Outside the window

trailing water leaps 

from the deadened rooftop

and pours to the ground

and soaks into mossy soil

mosses with ten thousand arms

reach up

to the gray abundance

of shining spheres.

Outside synthetic walls

the grass and vines 

nestle close, grow tall

while mushrooms reclaim 

rotted siding

and roots grow in, deep

and mysterious

under cold concrete.

And I look outside the window

and the plants continue,

and the world breathes.