I’m driven by the power of his lower lip

when is still
I’m a mammoth in Ice age
cold
frozen
waiting
wanting
to be discovered
and studied –
(especially my untouched by human
tusks)

when it moves
I turn into a tiger lily
pink petals open up slowly
revealing
the only scent there is
in the rhythm of
a summer minute
that could crush
eternity
and its belongings