for Lisa
Especially in dark days,
I need these rooms of play
like tonight when with glue guns
and fake leaves we turn ourselves
into wandering vines and remember
our own inner wildness, the untamable
energy that pulses and hums us.
Draw leaves on my cheeks
and twist leaves round my wrists.
Weave leaves in my hair until, covered
in vines, I can no longer forget
how easily joy roots and rises inside us,
twining and tangling with the joy of others.
It is alive in us, green and vigorous.
Especially in these dark days, I feel it,
how joy grows us toward the light.