Titan Dreams

I remember the
mountains as giants;

that they were
sleeping, covered in graves,
blankets, and trees.
I felt this way:

a sleeping giant with my blanket
of trees, of green in my grave,

of dirt. My heart sank
on the floor of Big Sur,
colossus next to the sea.

I dreamt myself
buried and slept,

feet in cool water.
What damp giant, body of dirt.

- Katie Nealon