April is National Poetry Month.  I happen to be a big poetry fan, and so am thrilled every year when various poetry organizations email out a poem a day in April.

In reading a poem today – not one from the official orgs, but from 37Days, a verse caught my eye.  It’s as follows:

"And I noticed my new best friend — by now we were
holding hands —

Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some
medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling
tradition. Always

Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere."

I believe it’s a Palestinian tradition…could be wrong about that.  In any event, I like traditions as much as I like poems, and this one is worth noting.