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
Gaea,
buried and slept,
feet in cool water.
What damp giant, body of dirt.
- Katie Nealon
