Poem Nº five
The Giant’s Footprint
Before it was arid
Before it was stone
The desert laid open, muddy, alone
A epoch of summers
An eon of cold
Solidified, hardened, sights to behold
One day came a giant
Earth giving below
Imprinting his might, he trodded but slow
His span like the canyon
His height like the clouds
His footprint lays dormant, feted by crowds