You are the slippery morning dew on the leaves
The premonition of events to come
The moist coaxing out the sun to take up the seat in the skies,
Charge us, and make a living
You are the thing before the thing
The announcement, save-the-date, the call-to-action
The trembling beneath the feet of elephants
As they make their way to higher ground before the storm arrives
You are the impenetrable acorn
Tipping its cap and winking
An accomplice harbouring secrets of great oaks to burgeon
Whose leaves will block out the sun when tempers flare, burnings and blindings ensue
You are the grabbing of the coat before taking a step over the threshold
The preview, trailer, foreshadowing
The clink of flutes in a celebratory toast
Before the rivulets of champagne meander through the gullet
Looking at you bubbling over with potentialities
I wonder, if like a puerile sneeze observed,
You will flatten to the background like a child neglected
Into the eternal silence of a firecracker rained on
Never entering into your fullness
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