Monday morning…

The thing I love most

about succulents

is that they bloom

like they fuckin mean it!

With mucho convicción and

a goddamn sense of urgency!

Over night, they’ll shoot out

a long, alien-like appendage

and squeeze forth the most

impossibly beautiful and

bizarre looking flowers.

And sometimes those flowers

last such a short time

that if you’re not

paying careful attention,

you’ll miss it entirely.

And some species

die after blooming;

their whole existence

one, long march toward

this spectacular celebration

of its own finality.

What glory,

this offering,

to give oneself over

so completely

to such beauty.

~LLN