The brick wall warms itself
under the morning sun
with memories of kiln-fired infancy.
Drops of dew from the roof drip,
drip, drip with gravity inside
downspout leaks onto a vine
stretching along the foundation
until it grabs between mortar
and brick, mortar and brick;
tacks green pitons into cracks
as it climbs beside the spout
hand over hand, foot hold
over foot hold higher, higher
each chlorophyll boost of energy;
pulls itself over the eave,
waves triumphally in wind
before it lies prone and crawls
over shingles toward gable’s peak.