i'll sprout...i will i will

everyone has their playground
even if only in their mind
but when you spin me
with the swirl of your toe
in the deep water of need’s pool
i trust you enjoy the ripples
and thrashing
helpless to the weight of myself
gasping for air
consumed by the ocean of your jolly
mesmerized by the hint of a grin
erupting from a glimpse of indifference

don't fret silence
as it harbours a bang’s precursor
it sprouts seedlings
and wayward weeds
that crawl deep into soils and permanence
that even when yanked by callous hands and foes
or a brief virus’s hold
find the light and drink
from the ever effervescence of you
one morning
without fanfare or suprise
as if it had never left
the air of your sweet path