It is like how a plant reaches for light
no matter where you put it
chloroform begging for sunlight for heat
stalks reaching upward from cool moist soil.
It is like how your mother kept breathing
even after the machine had been cut off
never gasping, just trying to pull oxygen
through the tube in her throat.
It is like how our Saint Bernard kept eating
every morning and evening while her liver failed
while she ate the fur from the side of her coat
trying to soothe the pain.
It is like how roots find water even during drought
burrowing deeper into the ground
smashing clay sewer lines
breaking open PVC pipes.
It is like how even after the worst news,
the most devastating loss
the greatest disappointment imaginable
we hatch new plans.
It is like that,
the want to live.