An enormous animal
Lumbering through days
As if it has
All the time in the world
To give to the chase.
Or a towering clock
Gears and dark wood
And veined marble, heavy
Tilted off center, leaning
Ready to fall.
Or a mountain
That must be climbed
Though feet slip, can’t
Get past the scrim of loose rock
Here at the bottom.
Or a weed, some invasive species
With a short, intense season
Covering everything it touches
In a mass of tangled vines
Impossible to cut through.