The Giantess (The Guardian of the Egg)
No foam-born Venus blown ashore on a shell
She crawled straight from the mouth
of the whale
turned her back on the map of her journey
freed the geese that led her
to her unknown home.
As for the terror
that overwhelmed her
she’s put it behind her
so let waves rise, mound themselves into hillocks
miniscule men fight monsters
saplings sputter flame.
She is brooding mysteries in her head,
her unhatched visions sprout strange
feathers in their egg.