the lament of the cactus

the lament of the cactus

i see, soft tears

of creamy white,

trembling

from the leaf tips;

pooling for the evening.

witnessed, within

the cusp of my eye,

each heavy tear

left whiter,

by the indigo holler

of night, edging in

beyond the window pane.

within this moment,

slight hours shy

of the poise of the equinox,

life holds itself a moment,

stilled into silence,

by the lament

of the cactus.