A friend gave me some insight as to why the aloe vera plant may have a chance, why it might actually survive for longer than a couple months. No wilting and dying, but thriving in the floods and droughts that characterize my plant tending habits.
Some plants it turns out are designed for just that. So I am counting on the plump water filled leaves of my aloe vera plant to help me. Help me adapt to its needs, maybe even develop a consistent care routine that I can stick to.
I imagined I'd tie those thoughts into some larger conversation about floods and droughts and thirst, but I am at a loss. So I guess I'll await the next flood of thoughts or emotions that tumble out in a new poem or post, and just admire the dust until then.