R oots shun ascending
Roots shun ascending to reach the rain
Rather sink to seek waters’ secret spaces,
Exploring unseens, to touch, but not to be entombed
By consummate, smothering embrace.
There must be succoring moisture
Drawn as needed from depths unseen
To supply turgidity above in the unsympathetic face
Of assaulting, wasting winds.
Below vital growth begins
Before day‘s light declares
Its standing in a shimmering world.
Careful, cautious extensions
Growing into structures
Able to encompass
The furthest extent
Of inner space and time.