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.