Athena

As you imagined me, I got here
      to you, close to because the sound of an owl
           within the clearing, then nearer,

my eyes two moons, one holding
      the gaze of one other, silver
           underneath an olive leaf—bridle,

bit, chariot, ship, the water chinning
          the scant prow, shearwater
                 splitting the gold waves.

Spirit-bubble, I held your individual beam
         degree after which squared it, a kite
                 that dove among the many islands,

chasing its personal tail of sunshine that
          left solely its leavings, as autumn
                 scatters summer season when it

arrives. Close to to the shore, linen
          beat to my breath on the financial institution,
                 close to to the fields, wool

caught on the brambles the place
           the sheep ate from my hand
                  however you drew again! Then

I knew to attract nearer, and nearer
          nonetheless—and draw, us two collectively
                 on the desk’s compass flower,

a lure pulled via the storm’s
           pale eye like a thread that reins
                  a needle’s stride, the weft

disguised, a beggar’s life line crossed
          by a silver observe, a snail’s reversing
                 journey again, the sails

laundry on a broomstick mast
          that like a weathercock veers
                 till it meets honest climate:

your close to hand, held quick
          in mine. You, beloved,
                 although not I, develop outdated.