My life is like a drunkard’s dream.
I’m not sure where my roots belong,
in the air where they are free,
or in the ground where they are strong.
I do not like the sun too much,
unlike most of my cactus clan.
A shady mist will do just fine:
heat and humidity without a tan.
Although I tend to look confused
and cling, because I’m an epiphyte,
I’m flexible and strong, you see,
and no one thinks me a parasite.
Leave me hanging or keep me stressed,
when stressed I bloom with a yellow flower.
So that’s the story of my life –
a hammock in the shade and an occasional shower.