Becoming

I am a beam of light

Traveling from

a distant star.

I am a grain of sand

washed up on the shore,

I am a blade of grass

bending beneath your feet.

I am the seed

holding the future

locked safely

in my cells.

I am the pistil

waiting, waiting.

And I am the stamen,

pollen laden,

swelling

until

that moment of

release.

I am a second.

passing in the

blink of an eye.

Watch me stretch,

into

forever.