Photograph (c) 2013 KK
Great winds of the great goddess
whistle around the cathedral.
Inside, the priests have tried to hide
her circuitous path with chairs.
We sweep them aside,
wind through the labyrinth.
Sister, father, walk the eleven circuits with me,
one gone six weeks, the other seven years.
We curve through her four-chambered heart,
drink from the sacred grail at her core.
(With gratitude to Jeannette Hermann and Lauren Artress)
