Circe

I know you’ve heard what you think is my story.
I hear the voices on the winds,
the echoes of fear in your voice.

That’s not my story.
That’s his.

Not that you have no reason to fear, not that I do not wield a power that may destroy you.

He would come to my house without invitation.
Against all advice.
Escape and name me the villain.

My power is not to turn people into pigs.
It is to reveal their true form.
It’s not my fault that is who they are.

So if you choose to invade my territory.
Dominate me in my own space.
You have been warned.

I am a practical creature and pork is a sweet meat.

The View From Here is Frightening, But I Don’t Have to Look

Realizing we finally found the eye of the storm.
Safety, peace, pleasantness even
all collected in this shared life

learning each other’s languages
supporting each other’s dreams
setting up healthy boundaries

Setting up life as cooperative separates
rather than a multiheaded beast


We can acknowledge the storm
The apocalypse really
raging outside
We don’t have to invite it in.

We deserve this safety
We deserve this peace

Security will have to wait until the storm passes
We will face the thick of it again
Go out in the storm
but not yet

And when we go, it will be with a new confidence
we found peace for ourselves
in the eye of the storm