Jumper

Roots and vines that crawl along
This lowly bower, stumbling
On the sky, flexing tendril,
Stump and stem as you set out
Your amorphous skill
Against the highest rung,
Young and automatic,
Building spring and power,
Oblivious to the bill—
Escape this gravity and run,
Attempt just once your one
Striding, humble,
And ecstatic leap to sun.