I can see the white gown flowing upstream through the trees at the forest edge, so she is coming to visit .

A wafting, like a swan in flight, which can only be Apollonia.

A slightly frothy wave ripped from the ocean and come to wash upon my Aegean shore.

Come to see my sister Asherah no doubt, and toss me only the slightest nod as she enters.

Sending a few drops my way like a christening, when I want a baptism.

It’s embarrassing that a god can be shy.


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