Giant

GIANT
© mmSeason

Bending my back right down I inhale damp soil
half-rotted leaf and bark and moss.
My shoulders flow flat to either side.
My fingernails dig soft furrows.

Arching back upwards to take in wider sky
my arms reach from horizon to horizon.
Sun too near glances swordlike at my eyes
burning my blue vision. Racing upper air
pushes at my lungs. My hands swing up.

But gulping mountain-face moisture
I suck in full-canvas clouds
and billows in my throat choke
and wisps in my nostrils nauseate.
Now my ribs sear and my knees crunch
on rocky hill ridges and my stomach clenches.
Curling I back from highland to ocean
and toppling I am engulfed...