Giants

A Poem

for Ansel Allen

Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

We all climb up onto the shoulders of giants
every single day,

my friend Ansel, a giant, is on giants
my friend Ashwini, a giant, is on giants

global giants, local giants, secret giants, known giants,
fee fi fo fum giants, but smarter, but wiser, but calmer,

we climb up, we look around, shake a bit, try to use the giant’s hand
to do our thing, to figure it out, but

it doesn’t work that way, we climb up but it’s up to us once we are there
to use our own hands, to hold our own pens, to wizard our own words.

We stand on their shoulders, somehow, oddly, and we expect
them not to stumble, and they usually don’t,

some are real, some are ghosts
we float then, on ghost giants, too

giants upon giants,
grateful upon grateful,

there’s nothing else like it,
— just look at the view.

Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top…