To the Feelers in My Garden
My garden is filled with many vines.
Flowers that creep up iron trellises
Cucumbers snaking up the fences
Spinach wrapping around ropes
Squash securing itself to the ground
And all of them, all of them have feelers.
They have to have something to hold on to
Something to stabilize with.
Sometimes, these feelers reach out into thin air,
reaching for what is not actually there,
Stretching to find something or someone to hold on to.
Sometimes they are successful,
and I’m sure they feel comforted.
But often, they have no choice but to retract
and hold their own hand.
I see the feelers intertwining with themselves.
And soon the feeler is a spiral of itself,
Holding on to itself for support.
That’s one way to do it, I chuckle to myself
Admiring the feeler’s ability to survive.
I too am a Feeler,
you just have to hold your own hand
until you can find something else
Then again, we are never alone;
for there are several plants supporting each other
And so, we grow.