the way you see the world –
failing to plan like these all around us, happy
we are just taking each piece of life in turn
we are not of this land, we recognise the potted plants
when we see them. Transported, roots always with us
we love the sun as life.
We have been cooked into these other selves,
frozen and reheated
eaten up by them as plastic dinners
when our core is all organic,
full of the things they are searching for.