Transplant

She felt confined and restricted
potted in the corner
of that two bedroom apartment.

While she enjoyed the warmth of the morning sun
and felt relatively safe there
protected from the howling winds,
she could no longer deny
that her leaves longed to breath the atmosphere
of a different place.

Her roots wished to dance
in the soils of a new found land,
to plant themselves firm
in a richer sand.

She craved a soil that would nourish
and allow her to thrive.
Every cell in her being ached
to come alive.

She’d outgrown this pot
this bedroom
and this town.

A wildflower
isn’t best kept indoors
or root bound.