Before Up

And when I lie
Under the vine
I see the sky
Little patches with lights
Beating hearts for them to survive.

Reaching out, reaching out
Working it’s way up from the ground

And when I try
To get up
From the ground I
Realize it’s not the vines
It’s me who binds the skies to the vines

Waking up waking up
But then it fills the gap.