Change Is Good Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Feeling comfortable in your controlled surroundings
A generous earthen terra cotta pot is securely holding
Bolstered in seasoned soil that is a careful mix of blending
Watered uniformly when drought weakened leaves are folding

All is well in this restricted environment of dependency
Until the confines of security begin to slowly suffocate
All exploring tendencies pale and wilt lush vibrancy
Fertile soil is now depleted as roots fuse and stagnate

Discarded along with tiresome trash lacking admiration
Tearfully waning as the noon day sun begins to bleach
Unexpectedly lifted and transported to another location
Wearily succumbing …incapable of recognizing speech

Waking drowsily with the unfamiliar emotion of hoping
Realizing you are recovering after a successful repotting
Transplanted into fresh new dirt …you’re no longer moping
Your rejuvenating growth indicates you are no longer rotting

4/18/08