Giants

And I am ready, I know,
this time I will see them.
My face pressed against the window,
my eyes following the foaming brook,
running from side to side.
I am riding an angry snake,
twisting from side to side,
hissing and spitting smoke.
Now the trumpet boast,
against the mountains,
breaking into sharp slivers.
I repeat the words like a mantra,
over and over in my head,
The Valley of the Giants.
The valley of giants.
The blaring sound of the horn,
echoing back, giants…giants…gia
the words explode in my head.
Sharp turn thrusts me back into my seat,
We are out,
 Crossing the open fields
The ocean sparkles on the horizon.