Wellbeing by Cecilia Brabin

It clearly states upon my label

to plant me where to grow I’m able

But they have stuck me by the wall

and this just will not do at all.

Why have they put me in this place?

I can’t feel the sun upon my face

The wind is whistling, cold and harsh

My roots feel planted in a marsh.

I think the instructions were quite clear

and still they’ve gone and stuck me here

Are they expecting me to thrive?

I’ll be lucky just to stay alive.

I imagine they’ll give occasional feeds

but I’m a living thing with other needs

that extend beyond a place to be

where they can sit and look at me.

If they wanted me to flourish

I need nature, nurture, nourish,

an environment where I can figure

in something altogether bigger.

So take me from this awful place

give me more light, more earth, more space

and I can surpass the promise on my label,

if I’m planted where, to thrive, I’m able.

 

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