Giants are much too beautiful.
They live in a house called bigger dimensions
They never suffer from delusions of grandeur
and I have met many giants and this is always true
A giant will always pity you
Still, giants sleep with their eyes on their business
which mainly now is the killing of tourists
the flow is getting smaller since the end of the summer
the fall of leaves keeps many customers away
still, I could never say goodbye
to all my friends among the giants
and they have frightened all my enemies away.
The giants know that I’ll be strong some day
for I have planned one insuperable attack
against this habit of closing my eyes when I sleep.
because I want to hold on to light as long as I can
and because I want to kiss the small of your back.
The author’s work can be found in the volume, In Memory of an Angel.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Were you visually taken to a Dahl’ian BFG-filled world? Are you ever stuck with not delusions, but desires for grandeur? To be a giant yourself?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.