Wait Until It Grows Roots

^{for Alex T.}

            a golden shovel after a line in ‘Gitanjali 73’ by Tagore  

The plant trimming requires no  
less than its water to be changed weekly. I   
ask my friend who gifted it to me: when will  
I be able to transfer it into soil? She has never 
told me anything but the truth. I don’t shut 
the window blinds now; my Plant-Friend loves the 
sun too much. I’ve been leaving the doors  
open too; the spirits flit more freely now. Yes, of  
course I’m afraid of death, but no less so my  
own life. A friend can bring you back to sweeter senses.