“Once Every Century”

PLEASE feel free to comment. Thank you for time. Deborah

I feel like a cactus, nothing becoming,

Nothing to take a picture of and frame.

Another of “the same” down the desert edge of

A road, a rhetoric--

Surviving from water stored deep inside,

Too deep for eyes or hands to claim.

I’ve yet to be set apart as a “rare specie,”

A bit enigmatic—

The sun rising, glowing, on me sleeping

While seasons pass. Stars like saints,

Clumps of twisted tumbling roots scattered

Each emphatic—

I identify with this moment, the toiling

Of barrenness. I cannot in color paint.

What time has set as my destiny

Before the cataclysmic

Birth of a heavenward limb, a stretching

Beauty this soul has in constraints,

And cause awe I believe lies within

My dry semantics

Should I trust in God’s hushed promptings?

This obvious inactivity till I crane

And like the first morning at Eden

Bloom like the Century cactus!

READ MORE ON THE AGAVE AMERICAN PLANT, IT ONLY BLOOMS ONCE IN ITS EXISTENCE, EVERY HUNDRED YEARS AND THEN DIES.