To Face A Giant

A volley of thunder

stirs above my head,

and the rain echoes a reply,

as I observe with halted breath.

 

From the back porch,

I hold the pressure in my chest,

and almost dare the downpour

to reach out, touch my feet, 

my hands, my face-- 

the doors are wide open!

 

There is a pause, taut as a bow,

before another volley sounds.

And without a word, I watch 

as the colossus marches on, 

leaving me overwhelmed 

with the urge to bow.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

I really love this write, I like what John said as well.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, the clouds of an oncoming storm can be overwhelming. Especially if they're shaped like a funnel.

[Kerra]

Simply amazing, enjoyed this

[Samuel Dickens]

Outstanding. You conjure both fear and wonderment at the passing storm. The best poem I've read today.