My bold, ballet bamboo
Sways in blackened skies,
With her airy shoots that climb
Towards the eye
of a darkening storm.
Her Icarus arms of reaching green,
Bruise in screeching winds,
Forming an army of waxen spires
Waltzing with a reluctance to be swept.
For beneath the darkened earth,
Unseen, and kept from sight
Lie her labyrinthine roots of steel
With their subtle might, immovable.
These snakes of strong solidity
anchor gentle stems of glass,
and hanker for hold of soil
Like hungry, gasping lovers
grasping eachother’s arms.
Such is the bamboo paradox:
Delicacy bolted by relentlessness
In the subtle art of rootedness,
Often mistaken for fragility.
How marvellously unique
To bend without breaking,
To reach one’s fingertips to heaven
With one’s feet rooted
firmly in the ground.
Such is the art of persistence,
Such is the double-stairway