I'm growing and Individual / under my frail breastbone. / She hasn't been here long, you know, / she's only sprouted recently / with the rain and shine of / these seasons. / I can see that she is fresh, / she peeps out through my ribs. / I see that she bears gifts / for me, / and am conscious of unfurling regalness. / I see she knows me / and has for eons / and I only meeting her now.