#self-interruption

i.

something peeks through

like tendrils of spring

persistent runners

replicating four inches further south

and here, too,

there is growing to be had

a difference in shade

or gentleness of wind

ii.

It's times of abundance

when it feels like flourishing

attention spans the gaps as needed

no trifle whelms

or roots itself

the steadiness of time

passing at a fixed rate

iii.

full

to bursting

splinters spinning restlessly

like they want to drill into

wherever they land

they never do

land

iv.

like a vine

I divide my

self

like a house