All We Know

As children we spend most of our time looking up
at our world and its protectors.
As adults, the inverse, our preciousness below.

Perhaps that is why we imagined giants and other
titanic creatures of myth. And the spiral
staircase to the heavens . . .

These thoughts encumber me
like a downpour at the ready. Then the sky
deepens into twilight . . .

Forever dons her cloak for the journey.