Once uprooted
Suddenly, painfully
pulled from the soil of safety
The bed of dirt that
has sustained for decades
now repurposed for expansion
Alone in the scorching sun,
once watered roots carelessly
thrown in a bucket.
Will re-planting come?
Or will the once-thriving plant
wither away in the dead space
of the white cylinder?
But, after a time, a new home is chosen.
A re-planting.
It's touch and go as the dry roots
try to live again.
Water and time are the only hope.
But will that be enough?
A year passes and there it sits.
Immobilized by the
abruptness of the transplant.
The leaves barely green,
the most minimal signs of life
barely hanging on as it sits
for one year, then two,
not bearing a single flower.
But then on the 3rd year
-----Resurrection-----
A single stalk makes its way
toward the blue.
A singular eruption that
births a multiplicity of blossoms.
Bells of white echoing
the innocence of re-birth.
And then, on year 7,
a girl of 7 passes by and sees
a trinity of promise;
7, the year of completeness,
the triplet of stalks echoes
the promise of the cosmos
What seemed dead lives again.
The re-planting, which once
looked like death,
has given brith
to more vibrant blossoms
than the former place.