Friday, September 22, 2006

writing to reach you

This is the plant that stands to my left. My witness when I come here to write. She always cries exactly one day after I water her. And I always wonder why.

Perhaps she cries in gratitude - that I have now remembered her, when for weeks I have passed by without a glance in her direction. Perhaps she cries for being nameless - all because I carelessly lost her label soon after we met. Her closest neighbour is a lemon tree - so perhaps she cries tears of inferiority because she lacks a vivid scent.

Maybe she cries because she is looking in when she should be looking out. Longing to break the glass that keeps the sky at bay. Maybe she misses for the smell of the damp soil in the evening or the midnight whispers of a passing snail.

I think she cries at the memory of the sounds of standing in the rain, the sensation of the sky as it falls and collects on her leaves.


Ashi said...

Hi jem thanks for stopping at my weblog - I have been reading a little on your log and find your imaginetive writing very thoughtful - goes well with the photos

fjl said...

Prince Charles, eat your heart out!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Wonderful writing! I plan to come back and see more. :)

Anonymous said...

Maybe, we'd never know. Smile.

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Very powerful write! I feel this way about many creatures and even things.