228/365: Twist and Persuasion

It's soft down low,
quiet in the dark, and peppery.
With elbows sunk into hidden mulch,
I watch the dip and sway of stems,
their strangely muscular play
with the air's twist and persuasion
a tease:
you cannot be rooted here,
you can never be one of these.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.