Late-Flowering



I hope for late-flowering -

but the first bloom has yet to appear.



My green fronds remain tireless

and make their way slowly upwards.



Above, something pale, reminiscent

of light, with a hint of stars.



Looking down, there is darkness

mottled with a deeper darkness.



From somewhere food is given

and small air seeps cautiously



in – enough that I can continue

leaf by leaf, extending my thin



spine – hoping that one day

bright arrows will pierce



like Sebastian – the

sudden bolts of being there –



and a great orange flower

will bulge into fullness –



and all the reasons will be clear.