A Single Flower On A Cacti

A single flower on a cacti
I thought dead. Should I toil
In barren soil
For hope? Yet there is that flower
To brighten this dull hour
Of shower
And thunder.
The wonder
Of existence,
The persistence
Against all odds
In sods
I thought sterile.

On my window ledge
On the edge
Of rebirth
From seeming barren turf
My cacti
Teters and I
Recall how, only yesterday,
I was on the point of throwing it away.