Starting off as empty branches
We are eager to smell sweet flowers.
So exciting, so treasured, so unique
They continually draw us apart from each other.
We refuse to hold each other anymore,
Failing to recognize each other.
The boy we haven’t seen since grade school,
The sibling that went off to college,
Even the woman we only just met.
But we have the ability to meet eyes
And because of everything,
If we want to.
If we untangle and understand
The vines that our experiences have wrapped around us,
These vines will unravel.
These vines have lifted some of us higher,
Some of us lower.
Given us different passions and desires
And the ability to see our passions and desires differently.
If we look through the vines of our humanity
We can see through the jungle of this world
At each other’s branches that shouldn’t look so difficult
To unravel, to see through, and to hold.