Reaching For the Light

In the waiting room, the plant Sat near the windowsill. Purple leaves were nodding Like they had their own free will. Their skinny stems supported What were leaves split up in threes; All were dancing to the music From the radiator breeze. Outside the sun was shining Though the day was brisk and cold. That brightness drew the plant And like Svengali, had a hold. For every leaf was straining To get closer to the light. I wondered if they’d loosen up When day turned into night. I guess we’re not so different ‘Cause it’s natural to yearn For whatever makes us cozy And it’s to that source we’ll turn.