“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,
tradition,
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.