Unquiet Road

 The ancients breathed inside me, I recall

That child, who heard them whisper quietly,

Standing like giants when I was so small,

Those benefactors who watched over me.

As long, as I drew breath, their voices drew

Me into their existence.  I followed

Them, who plucked me from an unquiet road,

Who saw my truth, even before I knew

I carried it, the sling on my shoulder,

The burden of the waif I really was,

A weight, impossibly borne, when older.

But, in the dark those giant creatures rose,

I could see them, like clouds upon the dirt.

Only my footprints carved the naked ground,

But for my breathing, the air was inert.