By Linda Rubin
Paused in the shade
The knowing ivy drinks in the moisture I only smell
Rich with green life
Whose gift flows through stems and leaves
Makes for me a canopy
Shades the sun, cools the earth beneath
Simply nature at home
Taking its place among the neighborhood of trees and bushes and grass
I walk only through it
Am I of it
I feel but a guest
Invited to look
Nay to keep