It runs and roams
over walls, over fences,
over your house
if you let it -
this delicate vine.
Perhaps that's why it runs and roams:
because it's so delicate.
It needs more space to spread
its limbs, fingers, and toes.
See how it basks
in the sun,
gathering strength for
another midnight run.
If you creep up to it,
ever so quietly,
you can hear it humming,
a melody of places roamed.