prose: unborn giants

 

Unborn Giants

Do you ever

Feel

Like you have to look up

Every word you want to use?

Like you no longer know

What a word really

Means

Whether it really fits

The idea in your head?

Or the idea in your

Heart?

In what womb do ideas grow

Before emerging

To take shape

In the world?

Can ideas become

So so so

Big

Before ever being born

That they no longer fit

Any words

Any forms

Any framework

To express them

To dress them

To make them

Presentable?

Perhaps

Naked ideas

Only come to reality

In the realm of

Sheer sound

Where their forms

Matter less than

The Way they form

Music

Might well be

The only vagina

For unborn giants

To enter the world

~ Sandi H.

Boulder, Colorado

August 2018