On the Origins of Motive

Tendrils curled around the art
Photographer’s weather-proofed
Prints, mounted on outer walls

Of her handsome mountain house,
As if the plants just wanted
To be a part of her art,

Or as if they desired it
For themselves, or hated it,
And wanted to pull it down

In their leafy green clutches
And buckle it, or as if
They hungered to eat it all.

It’s easy to imagine,
But it’s always hard to tell.