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To Reach Out
by Larry Colker

The wisteria outside my window
sends out dozens of thin, green tendrils in the spring.
Some curl around the fence behind the main stalk.
Some twist around the branches of a nearby bush.
But most of the new tendrils stretch into thin air,
reaching across the emptiness
with a blind trust there will be something to hold onto.

They reach farther and farther each day,
and even farther at night,
dipping and rising along the lines of an invisible force,
never dropping of their own weight,
true to their purpose—

to reach out
and to keep reaching out
across the emptiness,
seeking contact,
seeking something to entwine,
something to hold onto for a season.

(originally appeared in 1999 Poetry Calendar)


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