Some of it green, some of it not
Thick winding arms, pausing for thought
Crawling and scaling about the wall
Slowly, slowly encapsulating it all
Dripping downwards towards the earth
Lifting its hindquarters in anticipation of its worth
Creeping in my window like a night intruder
With a better disposition than a midnight looter
Weaving together like a wide woven net
Keeping us trapeze artists from falling to our death

Playfully pulling at the crevices of the structure
Causing trauma yet improving it, like acupuncture
Smoothly transforming into a shell around its meaty middle
It looks like so much and yet it is so little
Really a pesky parasite, taking up space
But without it you know it would be an empty, lifeless place
An award, a badge of honor
For a place that withstood so many a winter and summer
It’s a push and a pull, a green vine emblem
But it’s all here for the precious equilibrium