Leaning

The poetry of leaning begins with the relationship of ladders to walls. A thing of angles and equilibrium loaned like sugar to a neighbor, sans hesitation or account. From there it glides into the romance and flourish of ballroom dip, gains ambition and daring (think white marble tower leaning carelessly into Italian air). Ripens into sturdy, instinctive grace. Think tall field of sunflowers slanting into the sun.