i learned more from shonda rhimes than i ever would from henry gray

weeds grow in unexpected places,

cracks in the sidewalk

or an old pair of shoes,

and my love for you grew

unexpected,

shooting out from the muscle

of my heart that i thought

was nothing but ash.

and i love the ground,

solid under my feet,

as much as you love the ocean,

seaweed wrapping around ankles

but i will walk underwater for you

as you would climb ashore for me.