All your life
has been clinging
to this cliff edge.
You spent years taunting
the growling waters below.
Not even the storms --
in all their fury --
Could pry you from your rock.
Rooted Conqueror, you were.
But now the time has come
for you to reach up, up, up.
Stretching your heart up
into the celestial bodies.
Defying the constant wind,
You flower.
For the first, only time
In your life
You show the world
Your beauty, inside
That at your center,
Blooms of sunlight
were just waiting to burst.
And burst they do,
Tall as the trees,
And your brave, defiant spirit
Is Released.
Leaving your body behind to brown and wither
Empty now.
That resilient spirit gone.
The carcass and its roots
Fall into the roaring sea.
Spent a lot of time around agave plants while in Liguria this summer. They die after they bloom, about 30-35 years into their life. I just found it tragically beautiful and wanted to write about it.