cut · roots emerged · pot ready
of all the cuttings on this sill, the pothos is the loudest. one week of clouded water and there are already white threads. by the second week they are a small underwater fern, branching, embarrassingly eager.
pothos roots translate poorly to soil; they have grown thinking of water and prefer never to leave it. transferring is a small bereavement. better to leave it in the jar a season longer, top up when it drips low, and let the vine creep along the sill until it finds a window.
see also the attic-creeper, the long patient ritual of evening checks, the conservatory humid air it remembers from somewhere it has never been.
field note — i have not yet potted it because i cannot stand to break the little galaxy of roots.