Wild Morning Glory

I'm participating in a 5-day "Open Write" on Sarah Donovan's Ethical ELA.  

Today,  Kimberly Johnson inspires us with the 32nd stanza of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" in Leaves of Grass, which begins

I think I could turn and live with animals,

We had no restrictions or forms for our writing...except the simple suggestion to begin 'I think I could turn.'


Wild Morning Glory

I think I could turn into

wild morning glory,

“bineweed.”

Yes,

I’d get out and go visiting,

weaving my way into

everyone’s garden.

I’d get up nice and close,

climbing within and about,

defying the recommended six foot distance.

I’d feel them tug on me,

so many hands reaching for me, and

I’d have not a fear in the world.

Yes,

I’d get up nice and close,

burst into flower for my favorite people,

simply strangle every plant of

those folks who get under my skin.

There’d be no secrets from me,

as I sneak in and around.

Yes,

I will go on and on and on,

find my way someplace new every day,

never give up,

even come back the next day

after being pried loose and away.

I’d be the bane of everyone’s existence, yet

most certainly,

I’d feel connected.