by Fiona Benson
But consider the cactus:
its thick hide
and parched aspect
still harbour a moist heart;
nick its rind, and sap
wells up like sugared milk
from the store of water
held beneath its spines,
its armoury of barbs.
And, once a lifetime,
when the slant rains fall
there is this halo of flowers.
Last updated November 27, 2022