For my distant sister


Love is a vine
always growing
probing for the light
spreading
reaching
tangling
branch into branch
forming a ladder
for other branches, other plants,
so that the more there is,
the more there can be.
The juicy part of love
flows
through even the most distant
tendrils of our lives,
entwined together,
no matter how far apart we live.
It is sticky sap
that bonds us more firmly
than ever could
mere blood.

by Sara, copyright 1999, all rights reserved