
It’s some sage advice
found in the Medusa story,
but elsewhere for sure.
Never look into the eyes
of the godhead, unless invited.
Even then, beware.
It’s some sage advice
found in the Medusa story,
but elsewhere for sure.
Never look into the eyes
of the godhead, unless invited.
Even then, beware.
I imagine you waiting out there—
just beyond the farthest hill,
even though obvious
at these temperatures,
frost bite assured in ten minutes,
hypothermia soon after.
I set off anyways—
knowing I’ve only imagined
you out there,
tucked away, warm,
beyond that last ridge
waiting for me.