✎ Giant in the Storm

You fell down

a small, fragile thing

spread out into nothing

upon the face of a vast, barren field

and there you stayed

a nothing

a no one

waiting

(& resting & trusting)

The storms watered you

and fed your slow-growing roots

as they climbed and coiled down deep in the earth

It was the storms that watered you

You were formless, empty

Pain and fire your daily bread

Smoke and ashes drew their delight from the burning of your facade

And you, gasping for air -

you could not feel the hands that slowly shaped you

You could not see the contours of your form

A new and ever-truer substance came forth

and drew its vigor from the earth below

Now you see yourself from a distance

An altogether unexpected sight

You see that you’ve become part of the field now

your roots have made a home down in the deep

You rise up from the earth,

and in your rising

you take with you the substance of the dirt

Nourished by the barren, empty wasteland

Enlarged by the merging of your forms

You rise as something altogether different

than the nothing, or the shape you took before

You rise up like a giant in the storm

Aspiring Human