I know we weren’t;
the clouds were still grey
and the chambers blocked, a dam within
where words which weren’t our own
leaked out to be the wall we tried to pass off
as our foundations.
When time passed and they
and we pieced ourselves back
from the rubble.
That’s when we were ready.
So that’s when it happened: not before.
And we have eons without hourglasses
sewn into each touch.