time for replanting
pale peace lily, a gift, rooted
in a dusting of dirt and gel beads
you’ve lasted for years, my hope
will you survive, now free, your feet newly
plotted in peat or die from the shock of change
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge: “42”. I’m heading on vacation next week and bringing my plants from the office home, where they will stand a better chance of survival, and watering, if needed, by the cat-sitter. It seems like a good time to re-pot this hearty little plant. I’ve had it for years. It is rooted in just a small amount of soil, plopped into a what was once a bright array of gel dots. They have since lost their color and shape. The plant now sits in a tall vase of goo that barely holds water. Certainly, I am hoping it will spread its roots with delight once settled into nutrient rich soil. But there is a part of me that wonders if plants like people get so used to the prisons they find themselves in, that once set free, they wither away from the shock of change. I’m hoping it’s not the latter. At the very least I owe it to this little plant to give it a taste of real…or as real as it can be, life, in a clay pot.
Update…I’m thinking she likes her new digs…fingers crossed. 😊