Let go, let flow

My hands held the smell of mint

The aloe looked like the weeds around it were choking it

Some had half rotted, unseen by sunshine

Caught in the wet shade of protection taking over

I wanted to free them.

Aloe, I want to free you. I haven’t done enough

My hands have scratched at the dirt,

My fingernails have the satisfied feeling of fresh earth below them,

My legs forgotten by my brain, that only wanted to save the aloe