Quirks

At times, I need reminded
That I'm a mere sapling
Of the Queen of the Andes.
That like the ambrosial Planarians,
I will regrow my head when I lose it.
That despite half a million people,
There's a reason I was chosen.
 
At times, I need to retreat
To my velveteen sunless cavern
Smelling of sandalwood and cotton,
Speaking only to dust bunnies,
The fictional soapers and psychopaths
Scattering my archives,
And of course, you.
 
At times, I need to traverse
The burgeoning expanse of wilderness,
To unleash my pearled tempest,
Thunderous and Jupiterian,
All in a torrid display
For you, my tectonic terra cotta,  
To ground me.