Simplicity
Gives way to complex
If we work from the inside
And fold out the rest.
Cup by cup
We pour
Water into
What will become oceans.
And a solemn straw
Holds every character
Of its nest.
Scoff at the dirt
And kick up ground.
Scorn the brown
Of your founding.
Until it settles about.
Dust
Gathered around
Like flies
To be waved away.
Careful, the stepping.
Not all terrain sinks the same
And earthquakes remind
Just how you came
To be
Where you are.
When the sand tremors,
Some grains are shaked loose
Into powerless
Solitude.
Don't let it be you.