Spanish Moss


Her name tells of how it was with her.
She hangs from a tree,
never quite where she's supposed to be.
Completely unexpected, unplanned; she’s
admired by those who understand her unusual beauty
and confusing to those looking only at the surface.
Her ends forever reaching,
trying to sink her being into any bit of the earth she can
while leaving not even a footprint behind.
She soaks up all of the world it allows.
grasping, she tries clinging to something sturdy.
She falls limb by limb.
Drifting from one destination to the next,
she catches the coattails of each heavy breeze.
She longs to embody nature at its most relaxed,
but embraces dependency instead.
She is Spanish Moss.

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