When light was snuffed. When we
couldn’t see in darkness.
When wind took our power. When we
lay there like infants.
When storm was voice, was all we heard, all
we could hear. When we
waited for other sound: water
rising, trees tearing free, rising on wind
When fire loomed beyond our vision. When we
could feel heat from such a distance
it would have been as far as fantasy
if we did not know it was real.
When more was clearly going to happen,
then it did. When it happened, and
again when more happened. When we
grew old, grew tired of it happening,
grew inured to it happening.
When it happened at last;
hugely, completely. When we
became exhausted from witness.
When we chose
to move in darkness, fire, storm,
wind, and flood.
did what we could far too late
but did it anyway.
grew up at last.