Timing
I’m growing as slowly as Pangea broke apart
invisibly, but Colossally
I won’t be recognisable, save for the
jagged edges
of 2 lives that used to fit together.
One day
the world will be a playground to me
and every graze I take
will make it stand still.
Every heartbreak I feel
will cause Entire Nations to mourn.
The tectonic plates of my will
will carry me
through
millennia
alchemy
new elements
extinction
unnamed ages
pages of books
as yet unwritten
groundbreaking revelations
as yet unattained.
But for now,
the mountains are taking their time to be made,
riverbanks take their form as eyelids,
lava runs quietly through my veins,
and deep breaths only bring small storms.
You will all know when I’m ready