M. adansonii

like these leaves, we are
delicate and transparent, we are
not hiding yet at each look
we can find something
special, through these
fenestrations we discover
new worlds, every perspective
an enigma,

it seems though, we are not whole
but the openings were created
deliberately rather than
wrongly, because they let
the light through
to all the rest of us,

we know we only shine
when all of us shine,
we only grow as high
as our roots’ depth,

each unique,
yet all salute
the same sun