“Giants” by Kennedy McCarthy
I lived among giants
in a house beside the beach.
They slowly roamed the halls,
and whispered in my sleep.
At the break of dawn,
I'd scale our dragon-tail-
a staircase lined
with giant, twisting rails
I’d sit beside the window,
to stare beyond the sea.
And the world across the water
sprang to life within my dreams.
While every birthday,
I'd make a wish.
To pray under cake and candlelight,
was the crux of my “religion.”
When I was small,
my books had blurred a line
where the giant, real world
and fantasies aligned.
Now I’ve grown among giants,
and childhood has left me
but stories always will,
always should, be simply left be.