My Giant

Years ago, when I couldn’t sleep, I would imagine myself
curled against a broad chest, being rocked in the arms 
of a giant. My body was tiny in his arms, safe and light,
enveloped in him, my imaginary guardian of night.

I’ve grown out of the need to summon him for sleep,
but I find in the daylight hours a longing for him to appear.
A man who can hold me and make me feel safe and light,
more than in body, but in the way he makes it all right.