Too early

I had always been locked up
silent like a bobbing silver bubble
but today I finally opened myself to her,
inch by inch and drawer by drawer,
expanding and stretching, uncurling
and untangling.
I roared at her finally
a many-headed monster.
I had eyes everywhere.
What was once invisible
is no longer, I roared
and asked, politely,
for a hug.

But like a daring artist,
I had to draw back the leaps and bounds
and wait.  It was too early-
the world is not ready for this.
She is not ready for this,
and she is the world. 
Time, too, is a medium,
and you have to work
with the medium. 


-Citron