poem of the day December 12 

I wonder if

house plants

feel liberated

changing pots

after so many years

of growing root balls 

within the tight 

boundaries of

their confinement

Where its weave of roots 

no longer has to

circle the circumference 

pressed up against

hard familiar walls

Or do house plants

feel the fear

of this liberation

having to grow old roots

into a sudden new wilderness