I awaken at night – this is an example of a giant.
I fight. Is it might? I think I’m defiant.
I come as Goliath, with heavy words as lead,
and empty breaths, light and lithe, and lives to spare.
I tread on a tightrope – this is an example of me.
I grope on it. Do I hope? I never thought to flee.
I come as the Story unfolds, with sounds tapping,
and sudden hints, coy and witty, and wonder to share.
I pause in line – this is an example of a shepherd.
Somewhere I incline. Do I lie? My intention is weathered.
I come as David, with a feather of a pen,
and a power masked, intently and cunning, and the loyalty of a slave.