Grow tired.

I’m watching these vine cuttings

reform themselves into

rooted plants, alone,

as if someday, someone might

see them

potted and lush and fully alone

and by the looks of it

never know how they

came from an injury,

a pruning,

another home, cut apart.

I’m watching these vines

grow roots in water

as I grow tired, slide myself

into this bath

to see if I might

grow in water too.