Nourishment for the journey
We re-potted the tomato plant today, my other woman and me.
We wondered why the green leaves had been slowly yellowing and fruitless.
We cracked the outside of their brittle brown pot and let the roots escape
Into a new and wider sea,
Half- cut, half- clear plastic of a use milk carton now drained and ready to begin
Again as part of a salad.
The mixed leaves of waste and gain.
It sits on the window still calm and unaware,
Being now what we can never be;
All that we can do is widen it’s ocean every few days with our second hand.
Sad then that it will bloom in June
When I am already wearing my wolf costume and yellow crown
Sailing back home to a place where my supper is still hot and my bedroom has ceased to be overgrown
By arching trees and falling leaves,
The forest having been cleared to make way
For the path I have been meditating over and over in these speeding months.
All that will be in my way is the blissful steam rising from the porridge.
So then, these tomatoes will be harvested.
Sweet and stable subsistence for the return journey,
Salted a little so they last as long as possible.
Over days, months, maybe even a year.
Nothing is certain but I have two watched and only one working.
Two stopped in different places and times and one running on for as long as it can last.
Just sold my soul to Apple. But it feels pretty good.