He waited, a massive boulder at rest;
A brown study of granite, in disguise
As a promontory casually dressed.
(If the Rock of Gibraltar had blue eyes.)
He waited, and never once made a sound;
He'd simply arrived and rolled into place.
He stared strait ahead, never looked around,
This monument sporting a great stone face.
The chair he engulfed was shaking with strain,
Quaking like Atlas supporting the world.
Til his massive legs helped him stand again,
When in ran a toddler, her blond hair curled,
Giggling when his huge arms swept up the child,
And the room shined bright when the stone face smiled.
Mick McKellar
June 2016
Large people, especially large and muscular men, can seem too massive for normal space. If they seem distant, it may be from folks staring at them.
Mick
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