When I grow up, I want | When I grow up, I want
to be a campanula, growing | to be a campanula, self
tight to rocks | sufficient, hard, persistent
to stones | resistant
to walls. | resistance.
Spreading and reaching | Reaching and spreading
into the crevices of the | roots creeping though
humanmade world. | cracks in domesticity.
Patiently establishing myself; | Weakening structures
dainty, delicate lilac petals | forcing a new perception,
– miniature stars. | a new perspective.
When I grow up, I want
to be a campanula, a paradox.
Lover and fighter.
Darkness and light.
And no one to expect any less from me.
I struggled with wordpress formatting this.. I tried all sorts but it wasn’t playing friendly with me… The first three stanzas are two columns, side by side, the left column is aligned to the right so they butt up against each other. I’ve used |’s to separate the sides.