Ivy

From the Guests of the 2010 Dead Poets Society Meeting:

Ivy is trying to grow in the window
through the glass it raises toward the sun
as though its an addiction it can't resist
Thirsting, drooling, itching for its warmth, its love
It IS LOVE, eternal, omnipotent, omnipresent, and blinding love.
This love--this sunshine. Eternal sunshine that fuels that ivy to creep up the side of the house,
Beckoning the vines to savor its encompassing glow.
Dark clouds, wailing winds, and even swarms of pestilence cannot thwart its advance
Beaten from without, beckoned from above, fueled from within. By love.
Persevering toward its goal, reaching toward infinity, trying to live higher.
The ivy lives in the ephemeral ecstasy of its love with no reason to fall
It is we who are growing in the window, visible to the world as we go. Screaming in the language of green.