Thursday 3 December 2020

A Poem a Day (318): Giants

 
Giants
 
We walk with giants,
hunt in packs,
feed when we will it,
sleep when done.
 
The forest keeps us safe,
gives us all we need,
an existence of truth
in all its burning colours.
 
We have a mind to go
sometimes, to discover
a brilliance that is new,
a thing to call our own.
 
But mostly we wait here,
neither looking too far
nor peering back.
The forest is where we are.
 
All we can see is here,
in this fleeting moment,
at rest upon the hour,
where we might shine.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 3, 2020
 
 

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