She is colossal,
a giant among giants,
surrounded by friends and lovers,
children dancing beneath
the hemlines of her skirt.ll begins with an idea.

When the morning comes,
I will hold him in my arms,
I will touch his rising sun
and feel his stirring charms.

Who am I betraying with this untethered voice?
Parents, siblings, lovers gone by—
are they praying my ink-well has run dry?

There is vulnerability here tonight.
Ripples in reality, rumblings in my soul,
a reset, a rising tide
nudging me toward the horizon.
I won’t be hiring out, to anyone,
the job of being my conscience.

There is gratitude here tonight.
When shadows emerged, you didn’t blink—