Giants

The sun sweeps across the floor
and the shadows stretch in glorious joy
to twenty feet tall.
Hidden here
I ask the shadows quietly
how it feels to be a giant
and- if I stood beside them
could I be a giant too-
larger than a thousand lives
dancing between the aisles.
I stand up and stretch myself
to my limit
arms above my head
and laugh-
laugh at the twenty foot shadow before me
laughing back.