Among the Giants

I climbed atop the spines of giants sleeping in the Rockies,
my bare feet tickling them awake from thousand year slumbers.
The grass, long hairs against their backs, felt welcome between my toes,
as their yawning roars deafened my ears. Tears traced down in waterfalls
to wash me off their chest. I climbed atop the fallen logs, purpose in sight
and intention in my eyes, as I scaled cheek bones to reach the crown.