An ancient manuscript contained in my heart
Long forgotten
Calls out for attention
Do I give it?
What might it contain?
Some sacred truth
To conquer the profane?
On its cover is a seal with a symbol
Familiar
Hermes Thrice Greatest’s caduceus
I can feel his eyes
On the back of my neck
…
I am a goddess with a garden abundant
Come eat of my fruit
For I grew it for you
The soil is my heart
Its produce called kindness
And I’ve worked the Earth well
Ensuring sustainability
And that I may eat too
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 