cereus plant bloomed on Saturday night.
after promising I could come see it.
I rubbed my gritty eyes with swollen hands.
made my way through the dark
Ma wouldn’t have let me go at all.
My father just stood in the doorway and
It was almost three in the morning when I got there.
A small crowd stood around.
“The blossom opened at midnight,
It took only moments to unfold.”
find a way to bloom in this drought,
when the sun couldn’t scorch it,
when there might have been a sip of dew
I couldn’t watch at dawn,
touched by the first finger of morning light,
as the tender petals burned up in the sun.
Hesse, Karen. Out of the Dust. Scholastic, Inc., 1997, pp. 81–82.