part of the Poetry Hivemind series

Today walk to your favorite plant and think about how it would see your home. How would it call the different rooms?

The bright room is best
						the warm one next
the dark room is no good for growing
I dream of dark rooms under the stairs
the clouds blotting out the light like ink
I cannot breathe under it like water
But the cloud will pass I tell myself
it will in time if I turn to it and reach
for the light it will hear me and come