I walked in the empty fields
and fell before the giants.
Holding up the winter sky
their gaze met with fear.
Laying in the snow and staring at the sky
I wonder what being or energy keeps
the balance and the motion, the system
and the path moving despite the tremendous
odds, changes everywhere, and the chaos
as humans continue consumption at any cost.
I wonder what force lives here,
a language we do not understand.
The wind blew strong in that moment, from the west
through old pine, branches releasing silent snow.
I am at the mercy of the giants.
I am here only after they accepted me.
And in the end I hope to fall back into the fields
to be consumed and become one of them.
