Ice Cube

I got a plant for Mothers’ Day – An orchid, snowy white. I placed it on the windowsill For steady, gentle light. Instructions were mysterious – “Avoid all drafts” – I get it; But “Water with an ice cube” Seems the weirdest way to wet it. For in tropical environments, Where orchids mostly grow, Surely rainfall’s warm and misty And there’s never ice or snow. Though perhaps a subtle melting, As the ice begins to trickle, Is conducive to protecting Plants so fragile, like a tickle. So each week I place an ice cube In the tiny pot to fill it And I hope that the instructions Aren’t causing me to kill it!