at first,
unnoticed
subtle
unminded
but still constant.
It leaves quickly,
hides for a time
slowly appears, rearing its little head
quickly chopped off, hidden beneath the surface
but still present.
It likes its new locale,
helped by gravity
it will resurface
Until that time that it is given freedom to grow,
seeing, finally, how many of his comrades have joined him
softening with the days
showing he has a new place in this world
sifting through the food that passes nearby,
and, in general, remaining defiant,
so close to his original home,
yet so far from where he was born.
changing his landscape, aging his host,
from head to chin.
(Hope you didn't see that one coming until the end! I hope to post a photo to go along with this)
(And if it still confuses you, I was talking about my hair.)
