And as I slept,
a beanstalk grew
right outside window.
Its tap on pane
whispered with wind awakening me.
With surprise. I rose gazing upward.
“Does a giant live up there?” I wondered.
Like wings my feet took hold.
Body moving in acrobatic style like monkey.
Higher I traveled till up top I reached
Until I could see a giant big and powerful
loving and beautiful
The giant was self
The stalk my journey.
And than I awoke