Shall we adapt then,
you and I,
and bloom in the quiet fright of the dark?
Let us learn from our sisters
the cactus lilies,
who open their petals
in the cool desert air
‘midst deathly howls and last rites.
How gracious, how unsurprised.
Theirs is a vibrant fortitude.
Ours the same if we hold fast. 
All Things: 