“Good morning, plant.”
I haven’t named them yet
The two I brought home from the grocery
A quiet fills my place in these early hours
Plenty of room for thoughts to play
Daydreams and drifting worlds
A wonder and a wandering mind
I go everywhere from somewhere
Find ideas in the nowhere
I moved the one plant to a sunless spot
Her leaves were curling
Edges brown
It feels good to care for something
Beyond myself
To care for everything
From nothing
A book of blank pages
Carefully bound
Waiting for the unfolding story
Waiting to be uncovered
Excavated
In the silence
Loud in solitude
It’s so loud in solitude
The other plant is happy
With a little sun
Slicing in through the window
He has a conversation with this light
I can almost hear
Like a winter tree the growth is slower now
External input muted
The letters are sprouting nicely
The notes are about to bloom
This solitude is pregnant
A tension growing something new
For this changing world
Something new for a changing world
