Giants

When the mountains are devoured
by the soft, white tongue
of the sky, the world ceases to exist

for a moment. Everything is erased—
and I am isolated, a tiny lake
surrounded by land.

Only magic could do this, but I know
that magic doesn’t exist.
Not really.

But tell that to the mountains,
swimming in the belly of the sky
and waiting to be broken
into hail.

JKolasch

One response to “Giants”

  1. Lovely! This one made me feel hopeful and I was very impressed.

Leave a Reply

Subscribe now and never miss a new post from Jacob again.

Choose whether you want to receive updates on everything or just specific categories, like new poetry or new issues of Subtext.

Continue Reading

%d