Husband Made of Wood

He is the lattice upon which I grow.
I climb him and reach for the sun.
His lines give direction to my wandering tendrils.
He is stable and strong.
I am rooted in earth, but he directs me skyward.
He confines and defines me.
I might trail along the ground,
Wandering and wayward,
Fickle and free without him, but
He lifts me from the dust
To something higher,
To a place I would never reach alone.
He shapes and guides me.
I cling to him and climb toward the skies.