There are many ways to kill a giant.
I’ll bring a stone.
You can take it out of the water,
struggling for nothing,
the pulse of it weighing
strong and smooth and steady
in your hand
for a lifetime –
every glittering piece of sun inside it
gathering such intensity and force –
completely void of any lingering doubt or hesitation,
clean into the heart of the deep blue myth.
Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.
This poem appears in Border Crossing, vol. 2 (Fall 2012) and was nominated for a 2012 Pushcart prize in poetry.
Reprinted in Pilgrimage Magazine, vol. 41, issue 2.