the familiar guides
fall silent
as the air around
us changes
and i'm questioning
so much silently
as unseen giants
surround me
i feel weightless, floating
yet grounded
calm and centrifugal amidst
determined positions
and i ask them
no questions
but the unspoken is
aware inside of me
i feel that the slightest
tremble of my desire
could cause these giants
to turn into stone
and come crashing
down on me
in one hundred million
heavy pieces
(march 2010, new orleans, la, usa)
Thomas Quentin Sims
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-hundred-million-heavy-pieces/
