Goodness

You’re all alone that day.
Nothing to hide, nothing to say.
Nothing to whisper but sway and lay
down on the moss and grass, all green.

Demeter looks down on your figure,
sun beaming down your eyes as you
—and all of you
comes down by the water patch to sink and float,
comes down by the water to let yourself know
that you can transform and evolve, that you're as free as water.

Artemis looks within you,
a fox leading the way to the brighter path,
where all you see is a birdbath,
basin half full, moss overgrown.
By the time you turn back, you were left alone.

All this time, all this day
you were down by the factory.
Or were you? Just daydreaming,
or seeing beauty for what it is
— goodness