When the cactus bloomed, people told her the flower wouldn’t last the night. So, she whispered to it. She made the flower yearn to know what dew felt like. The flower told neighboring buds, and word spread. Soon, more cacti had flowers. At dawn, the desert was covered in them.

Sarah Grace Tuttle is an author and poet living in Massachusetts with their partner and many plants. You can visit them online at www.sarahgracetuttle.com.