This is a little story about how cactuses grew.
My own sort of genesis about creation.
It's called The Cactus.
Once there was only one cactus.
A sterile ear in the land where there
were no men, nor fish cruising into the sunset,
nor cats on the mountains.
Then it split like the side of a building giving birth.
In the rain the parts took root.
They gritted their teeth in the sun expanding.
Catching their breath, going a little deeper.
Breaking off like windmills learning new tricks.
Walking toward the inhabited lands.