The plant sits there.
It stares me down each time I try.

It doesn't move.
It doesn't seem to move.

Even when I glance away quickly
and then glance back
it hasn't moved.

Or seems not to have moved.

It is uncanny that plants
can stand in the same place
for a hundred years
without moving.

Some of these cacti
are a hundred and fifty years old.

They simply stand and stare at the sky.
They stare the old man down.

They're older than Him.
They don't give a shit.

by Norbert Ruebsaat