The Vine

Always Climbing

Like a vine that climbs a wall

Ever so slowly,

Roots seeking crevices

For anchoring,

I climb the walls of time;

Ever so gradual

Is my ascent

To deeper places,

The soul yearning

For cracks in the facade

Of the everyday

Through which the real

Beneath appears,

Revealing the genuine

Like tiny droplets

Of life-giving water

Sustaining the growth

Of the ivy.