Flowerpot

 

Feeling rather unwell

For longer than was usual

I took myself

To a doctor

Who, confounded by my malady

Sent me

To another doctor

Who, in turn, also confused

Drove me onwards

To yet one more doctor

Each doctor had more qualifications

Than the last

More frames of praise

On the walls of their

Snobbish offices

The last doctor

Inquisitive hunch in hand

Scanned me

My whole body

In a metallic whirring worm

Which swallowed me whole in its narrow maw

And

Thumped and thrummed around me for hours

This last doctor was right

The scan revealed what he had suspected:

Inside me

There was a flowerpot

Ceramic and coloured bronze

With

Four holes in the bottom

For ventilation

And my name engraved

On its side

And the reason I felt so poorly

Is that the flowerpot inside me

Was empty

No flower

No bulb

No roots

Not even soil

And that was why

I felt so unwell

All the time

So he prescribed for me

The finest soil that you could buy

Over the counter

Enriched with nutrients and minerals

Some of which were not even native

To this land

Or any other

And handed me a small tuber

Brown with a touch of orange

“Water it, twice a day” he called after as I left him

 

So

I did as I was told

Swallowed the bulb

The soil

And the water

Stood in my garden

And opened myself to the sun

And to the rain

Day after day

I kept frost from my door

And chased off hungry wildlife

With waving arms

And shouted calls

Of

“Don’t come back”

They did come back

Curious things

But every time they did

I chased them away

Again

“Don’t come back

Don’t come back”

 

And I drank my water

I always remembered

To drink my water

 

My body photosynthesized

And

I began to feel better

A little bit better

Every day

 

My last scan revealed

To my horticultural physician

And myself

That

My flowerpot was coming along just nicely

Making a full recovery

And would soon be in full flower

Thanks to the approach of spring

 

I still have to water it every day

And give it as much sunlight

As I can

But things are different now

My life has changed

And somewhere inside

I can feel it

I can feel it

In there

In the flowerpot

Getting ready

To bloom

 

© Liam Power 2021