An Afterthought

I always love how these cactii seem to give the finger,
as if saying "yeah, we were here before you and will be here after,
we know of secrets you are incapable of decoding. So be quiet."
And, in an instant, any sense of superiority vanishes and one suddenly is made aware
of her own tiny, short and common existence
Or maybe they just gossip and say hello to each other
Either way, they are strange creatures
Either way, so am I