The Plant

For Annie.

I am surrounded by god.

My roots

Unfurling

Untucking

Redoing

Remaking

Replacing

Stretching

I grow

This God

My water

And I drown

Only slightly

But I breathe

So I move

And I wrap

My body

Like ivy

Across bathroom tiles

I cover

The floor

In sea green moss

I stretch

To the roof

And raise it

As long as I have water

I have the air

That I need

But when the water

Stops

And my growth

Retreats

Like a winters day

That chases the sun

And I

Unmake,

Un-stretch

Recoil

Return

Redo

progress like a pinch of salt

So that from beneath the surface of my bathtub

I see the roof sigh and collapse once more

And all my retreat occurs

in the Space

of a breath.