alight on a giant's shoulder

on a Giant’s shoulder

my light has been shining
beneath a thousand clamoring
tongues rife with fire like
knives 

and i am up in dawn
a sea of clouds at my waist
how i wish i could grasp
at what burned at my
feet, that coal that carries
me along, 

adrift on hands
not mine, breathing
firelight and i'm mixed
messages only because
i haven’t stopped long enough
to forget myself.

slowdown. let wind from
elsewhere blow through.

bow down. your head is
only as far from the earth
as you make it. 

if only
searing coal was speaking,

then you’d see there’s
nothing to fear in this.

maybe i am just a bird, alighting
on a Giant’s shoulder.