Century Plant
Although it is called the century plant, it typically lives only 10 to 30 years…Near the end of its life, the plant sends up a tall, branched stalk, laden with yellow blossoms….The plant dies after flowering, but produces adventitious shoots from the base, which continue its growth. — Wikipedia
Agave americana,
You
tower
over
our
New
Mexico
Court-
Yard,
Unnoticed for weeks, years, decades.
Now we wait for your flowering
And your death.
We did not terminate
Your push toward destiny
To cut your stem
To tickle our tongues
With sweet aguamiel
Or—selfish—seek
Brief intoxication
With your pulque.
Rather we’ve borrowed
From your patience,
Silent with sprouts and spines,
To wait for blossoms.
Might I, at 73,
Begin some green project
With adventitious shoots
That,
Decades hence
Will flower?
7 thoughts on "Century Plant"
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We were just talking about this plant yesterday! I like your ode and your introduction of words like aguamiel and pulque. Beautiful poem.
Thanks, Linda…we are still waiting. The plant has a lot of buds about to open!!
I love how you shape the poem in the first stanza, Greg. It looks like a tall plant to me. Your word choice is exquisite: tickle our tongues/With sweet aguamiel.
And your last stanza a prophecy that you are already realizing.
Yes, the first stanza is as you see the plant in our courtyard. Thank you, Pam that you endorse the prophecy! This poem came very quickly this morning…frankly I was surprised! But maybe it’s been percolating in the back of my mind for a while, unacknowledged…
Greg – What a great poem! Love the lines “Rather we’ve borrowed/From your patience.” You are slowing to nature’s clock. The green shoots of your poetry are flowering indeed! Enjoy the plant’s blooms when they appear!
Really enjoyed this, Greg. Loved your use of such interesting words as ” aguamiel” & “pulque,” and the mirroring shape of the first stanza. Powerful ending question.
Rather we’ve borrowed
From your patience,
Silent with sprouts and spines,
To wait for blossoms.
^^Love this stanza, the metaphorical lesson taken from this plant.