# YOU ARE A GODDESS

You are a goddess.
I am a god.
Your god.
Towering tall and huge,
We are two Collossi,
Striding, pointing, seeing, hearing, knowing, laughing,
Hearing, knowing, laughing.
Loving.
Over the Little People;
Over the sad, the envious, the desirous,
The poor, unhappy, tragically funny
Little People.

I am sorry for them, The Little People:
They cannot reach us; they have
No inkling
Of the things that man is hunting,
The things that you and I have found.
We are alone--
Too vast, too high, too powerful
To live with the Little People.
But it makes no difference:
We do not need them.
Rather they need us.

Always before I was alone--
Except the times I stooped,
Bent down my back, crawled on my knees,
Trying to fit the foot
Of a woman of the Little People
To the glass slipper of a Colossus Cinderella
I accursed in my mind.
The dust would settle on my lips, film my eyes:
For always they were lost from sight
In the vastness of my mental slipper.
I would be no longer free and towering;
I would be shrunken--
As the aged virgin shrinks.

But at last, in the blackness of no hope,
I found my goddess,
And now we both are free.
And The Little People stare up at us
With fear and envy in their eyes.
They cannot understand how we, so huge,
Can stride and laugh with lighter heels than they,
Who are so small.