What’s Mine

I recognize this moment,

Untamed, unframed

And wild; I created it.

 I let it flow,

Let it grow

Let it trellis

And border-

Cascade its disorder

On walls

In halls

Of dim.

 And I watched it

In wonder

Wind over and under

In random ascent

Till it circled and bent-

Till it bowered

And flowered

To dust.

 A gallery of greys

A powdered

Stone soul-

Still life

Still enchanted

Vine covered

Held whole.

I recognize this moment-

It’s mine.

© 2013, Willow-Marie Power

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