"Of Pothos and Tradescantia" by Julia Gaskill
Of Pothos and Tradescantia
I find my plants holding tendrils
up on top of the pantry —
Reaching their leafy limbs
towards one another’s growing grasp —
Maybe in friendship or in love —
Maybe in both —
Do they whisper of the forests
they hail from in distant dreams —
Do they ramble on their aspirations
of new foliage —
Do they bemoan the lack of sun
or my lack of an attention span —
Do they have growing pains —
Do they fear for the future —
Do they cling to each other
because they need a little help
in their unveiling
and know it is easier
to become a stronger being
with a loved one’s hand to hold —
Do they see themselves
in me —
Do they see that I
am growing too —
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