A Temporary Continuance

• Misha Black, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2020

luscious green engulfs the stone once new;
and I marvel at the winding ivy;
how it’s tendrils latch and reach for the blue;
they engulf me in a bittersweet hug;
the leaves tickle my skin;

butterflies dance in the dozen;
have there always been this many here?;
the rhythm of their tandem tango;
makes my heart flutter, i hold this feeling near;

it’s funny how quickly nature reclaims it’s rightful property;
her ferocious beauty is so powerful and vengeful;
how naive of us to feel superior;
our consciousness feels so childish against nature’s eternal cycle of regrowth;

I have never seen this cold stone full of life;
paint cracks, shingles smash, weeds spill out of every crevice;
yet it’s vibrant overthrow feels more like home than any cement building;