Ode to a Cactus

I found my poem, yay! I wrote this in the middle of the Sonoran desert. It's deep.

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Ode to a Cactus

Cactus cactus, touch the sky
Desert Organ, sing so high
Though at times you may get lonely
Don't forget the other cactii just nearby

O sir Cactus, rising high
I can chart my last two weeks on your body
From nub to root.
Like a treasure map, x marks the spot

At the top of your head,
Where the needles are softest, fresh and clustered close,
Where the view is the best.
I can see deserts, painted with god-sized brushes.
Red, yellow, orange for miles on end.
Canyons, grandest as can be
Cutting deep into the earth,
For feet both innocent and worn to trod down and back up.
Ancient trees, long dead and fallen,
Uncovered from Earth to reveal
Gems and crystals unique from all others.
A snow-capped peak, ripe for alpine fun.
And just below, a cozy town only few call home.
The rest call it Flagstaff.

Oh look! Three little birds have perched on your head!
Mama bird Heidi, watching out for her flock.
Sings a warm and beautiful song until she senses danger.
Best make sure you're not on the end of those talons.
Industrious Kelli, wings of an eagle.
Flying miles along riverbeds,
Just to feel the wind in her feathers.
And then there's the crazy little sparrow, Leigh.
Spunky little thing wants it all and takes what she can reach.
Beat your wings fast, little sparrow,
But don't get confused.
To get anywhere you must first point in one direction.

Moving down the spine we find
A spot of red, strange and foreign,
Full of riches, we shall call it Sedona.
What could be compunding parasites
Erupting from the surface,
Only to wear away in the wind.
This must be where the aliens landed.

Just below, a ring called Prescott,
Old and worn, battlescarred and raw.
Two ravens have made their nest here:
Reuben and Jourdie.
Friends to plants and animals alike
This majestic pair has built its next from recycled plastic string.
One day they will leave this ratty old Cactus
And fly somewhere even more desperate,
And their presence will move mountains.
In an eco-friendly way, of course...

Near the base the cactus swells,
Other plants, furry, prickly and hardy alike
Swarm around the ground, basking in
The protection of the Mighty One.
We shall call this mess Phoenix,
Though its many parts would beg to differ.
In the middle is Pam,
A pine tree from the north
Whose roots transplanted many years ago.
It recently started bearing oranges.
The tree is much happier here.
A two-headed Prickly Pear, recently re-seeded from the East
Named Nick and Brian, respectively
Bring with them the comfort of home.
Until an angry coyote called Chino
Rips a hole in them.
Good thing plants heal.
Coyotes only get shot.

A kind-hearted roadrunner named Isabel,
From a pretty little place called Tucson,
Drops us some water to help us along.
This, in spite of the many problems
She is dealing with herself.

And here we come to the root.
Dry, old, waorn down and grey,
But beautiful still, empty and quiet as it is.
I have found my heart,
And it lies in the center of a cactus
In the middle of the desert.