that which is enormous and enormously distant
I feel like a mouse
lying quietly in my crib
listening to the moonlight bellows
from far away
and consider crying for my mommy
the end of the cries
which start out so full of size--
a war trumpet to batter the bars that
keep us separated
from those we still love--
who are yet awake and reading
in the next room
or maybe stuck in Gondwanaland
floating southward on the continental drift--
the falling end of those sad notes
we may be enormous
but it is you
you who can fall into our cage
and be lifted out unharmed by a passerby
to wander off where you want to go
to dream and realize giants
JD Frey -- July 26, 2001


more poems?