I, too, delight in a misting or dunking
As I lean toward light
And turn from high heat
We live above the soil,
you and I,
taking our time to flower
on trees
or branches
rocks
or buildings.
Ours are simple,
but non-negotiable,
demands.
Except that you thrive
on mere drops
of air, rain,
dew and dust.
You absorb what you need
without harm to
(sometimes healing)
other living things.
You are
the most faithful of flora.
Assured that
what you have
will be enough.
Asking so little
giving so much
just for the chance
to stay a while.
