Monday, September 2, 2013

A Single Night

The night-blooming cereus blossomed last night. Its petals began springing open at dusk, and by dark the white flower is pumping out its perfume to attract nectar-feeding bats and certain moths. By dawn the flower is wilted, drooping forlornly.

It's a short life for the night-blooming cereus flower. I keep the straggly succulent as a houseplant all year long just for this single night. (Thank goodness i was home!)

Our own bloom time is less than a single century. Yes, 70, 80, 90, 100 years sounds like a long time when you are 5 or 20 or even 30, but then various parts of the body start to wilt and droop--breasts, various muscles. The first wrinkle appears.

Oh, we are so beautiful. And then a new day dawns.

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