divinity

lately i have been failing at the simplest of tasks,
watering my houseplants. they don't require much
of my time, just a few moments to fill a cup of water.
they hang their heads like solemn, green children,
looking out the window, fearing and embracing
a sun that feeds and withers them. oh, i am careless
with these small lives. oh, i am a large, important
creature that cares for itself and keeps company
with sickly things. to withhold water, light, love
from the few things i can control. i could save them
now, but i will wait. when their heads are wrinkled
and lose their color, when their necks fall down,
down into their filthy bed, then i will find the time
to bring them water, to pull them from the brink
of death. over the course of a day, i will watch
them recover, watch them raise their heads to me.