The cactus eye is watering
its saving all in vain.
The needed day is now;
the indifferent sun will magnify,
will dry the drops of living
at its root,
and the bulge it held so long, life
parsed from long-fingered air, will shrivel
split the skin and spit the spines,
consume itself the nectar
hidden in its wounds. The hungry dark
will fall like sharp-faced birds
and the cactus eye will close
at last dried blind.
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Weekend Challenge: The Poetry of David Huerta
Grace (Everyday Amazing) brings the work of the Mexican poet David Huerta to us for inspiration. Reading the poems she shared, as well as some of those in her linked translation of Before Saying Any Of The Great Words, led me here, though I'm not sure how.
Images: The eye like a strange balloon goes to infinity, 1882 by Odilon Redon
Public domain via wikiart.com I have slightly tinted this image.
Photo of the northern lights seen from space, author unknown.