Haibun: Yet Life...
For me, cacti are different from the denser and much taller green forests of Upstate New York. With the harsh and jagged desert landscape, the cacti not only survive, but can grow over 30 feet tall. Cacti thrive where trees just can’t.
So to have this cactus—broken by the unmerciful and strict justice of the sun and winds and broken internally by centuries of cultivating and excavating critters—decaying and black, yet for the life still in her green limb, I can’t help but respect her. Hers is the unfiltered life, when yielded too, that persists well beyond the emotions of hope and lasts until no more can be sucked form her prickly form.
Moving through my middle years with the death as the shadow lines that separates my colors of reality, I see myself between what this cactus was long before the suburbs became a bigger threat than the harsh Sonoran dust storms… and who she is now.
cactus turns as dusk
decaying like rust to dust
yet life must, winter
So to have this cactus—broken by the unmerciful and strict justice of the sun and winds and broken internally by centuries of cultivating and excavating critters—decaying and black, yet for the life still in her green limb, I can’t help but respect her. Hers is the unfiltered life, when yielded too, that persists well beyond the emotions of hope and lasts until no more can be sucked form her prickly form.
Moving through my middle years with the death as the shadow lines that separates my colors of reality, I see myself between what this cactus was long before the suburbs became a bigger threat than the harsh Sonoran dust storms… and who she is now.
cactus turns as dusk
decaying like rust to dust
yet life must, winter
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| & Haiku: Cactus Turns As Dusk |
