after Lauren Davis
Some say I reveal myself
only after decade-long gaps.
Others say I’m only legend.
The truth is I—the rarest
of orchids—hide well.
And only the precise light
of a broken forest canopy
can coax me up to unfurl
my five spiral leaves.
The worthy, alone, will find
a way to witness my bloom.
Let botanists explain how
flowers without nectar or scent
still find a way to bear fruit.