Good news! Peering over onto the windowsill at Fronds #1 this afternoon, I noticed a familiar little shoot poking up through the soil. Purslane! It turns out it wasn’t lost, just buried and hidden by the shaken up soil. It’s looking a little bedraggled, a little anaemic from lack of sun. The purslanes in pot #2 certainly have more colour to them. But it’s back! Reclaiming the title of hardy weed. This feels like a daytime soapie, with a long dead love interest suddenly returning to the plot line, but I promise I didn’t plan any of this.
Meanwhile, I’ve been challenging myself to write poetry in various forms. Here are two cinquains and a pentastich*.
Mirror image seed leaves
Each day a little taller
To me and other life
Invited and uninvited
I am trying to inhabit this world
Not just an occupant in furnished space
Turning my boundaries into pathways
Interweaving lines of growth and movement
And loving this entangled mess of life.
*The phrases in this last poem are largely gathered from a paper I’m reading by Tim Ingold (2008) called ‘Bindings against boundaries: entanglements of life in an open world’.