"Like Ivy, we grew where there was room for us" -Miranda July

Climbing up the walls

 reaching into the creases between the brick

Seemingly hopeless until spring

brings a reminder of life.


Climbing higher and higher,

looking down on the growth 

that has come before this moment.


Leaves planted by the generations

that have brought us here

Their vessels have now died off

but the green of their leaves still remain.


Intertwined vines of history,


the stories that have been told

and the ones that have not

held together in the same root.

Taking up space together.

Growing as far as they reach


Dying off but coming back,

the walls we climb are taller

than the ones we've climbed

before here.

Soon, these walls won't have space for us

But we will continue 

to make our own


Like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.