plants appear not as objects but subjects
these living, striving beings are trying to make it in the world—
and trying to make the world that they are a part of
as I look around the rooms I see hanging, sitting, cascading
fonds, leaves, flowers
I wonder at their feelings are they lonely, alone in their pots
do they get panicky when I delay watering
does vertigo ensue as I rotate them on the table
and not just to the plants to I querry
I myself take on a more active role as a life form
moving through the world as the world moves through me.