My Giant

My Giant

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Summer rain, melting Arctics
and the lipids lining the nerves
in your brain. These are the metrics
of our times. Mere resolve

is not enough to take care
along the highway--you need wheels and prayer.
When you realize there’s no there there
that’s a scary day. End there.

August, the extinction is terrifying.
Quiet, too quiet. 100% humidity but not a single insect flying.
Summer morning, summer evening, sighing
the sighs of purgatory--grief without pain, death without dying.

I’ve chosen the safety of these mountains
and the beauty of their mists--such perfection
which any man can have for the asking.
All you need to know is the names of things.

Conflict, coercion, war, strife.
Flying high in April, shot down over Germany.
Have a good day. That’s life. Fix yr brakes.
When I hit a pothole my fillings sing.

Anything’s possible, it’s impossible
to know what will happen until it’s happened.
You can’t know what you’re doing until it’s done
and even then you stare in wonder

unmoved yet moved by the stillness
a pure goodness, bone stillness, potential energy. You can practice it
in the city or the desert.
The wilderness or the mirror over your dresser.

© 2019 Robert Ronnow

Author's Note

Robert Ronnow
“Travelling is a fool’s paradise. . . . My Giant goes with me wherever I go.” --Emerson

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this is very good.. the title caught my eye.. and the poetry kept me glued to the page..

"Anything’s possible"

we get so caught up in the noise that we forget..

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