POEM: Seeking Union

The dangling vine curls at its end —
a hook in search of hold.
The breezes bounce and sway that hook —
‘t looks blindly pushed and pulled.

But that creeper ‘s not drooping free.
It’s reaching as best it can.
Awaiting opportunity —
too patient for a plan.

One day, in sway, it’ll set its hook,
and wrap its way around,
and – day-by-day – will climb its way
still farther from the ground.

‘Til it links its roots to canopy.