propogating

cut like blooms from overgrown plants
still viable
a great dirt caked hand plucked us
from beyond
placed in water for a time
until white roots soft and tender
began to grow

we're babies born from ourselves
in time
so we lean on each other
and breathe into our bellies
i think we can live in that glass awhile
roots spiraling and swimming
peaceful
left alone

until that great hand comes
moved gently
we plant
roots first
into new soil
grab hold
we grow
outerspace
leaning-reaching
surviving elements

intertwining
together
apart