escape of the giants
let me paint a doorway here on the wall
let us step through
to a landscape with a crystal blue sky
maybe a few sheepy clouds glowing whiter than hope.
there, on the left, the beanstalk.
it is twenty odd years ago
I followed you down and we plastered over our past.
remember now why this life feels too small—
why our giant dreams never fit in here.
why we fight, as if it is for other reasons.
let us go home to our castle and fields,
our goose and our harp.
let us climb where we can almost touch the moon
watching over us on cool summer nights
and the winter sky is so cold the stars float free.
let us dig up my mother’s bones
and grind them into flour
so her ghost will finally leave us in peace.
let us settle under each side of a giant quilt
by the fireplace, laughing, telling stories
to the smell of baking bread.
Erik Richardson lives in Milwaukee with his family and assorted pets. In addition to his role as Development Manager at the United Performing Arts Fund, he also teaches a few courses at Carroll University. With a handful of awards and honorable mentions scattered about, his second chapbook, song of ourself, came out from Aldrich Press in late spring.