The gods of wisdom sit silent.
Kneeling, supplicant, I name my plight
Describe the ins and outs, the ramifications,
The complications,
In tortured detail,
the jagged outline of my heart.

The gods of wisdom sit silent
As finally I leave the question hanging
In the air, an inky cloud, slowly thinning.
One can hear the grass grow.
One can hear the trees breathing.
One can hear the stars’ keening chords
Fall silent at once.
A bee loses itself in the cup of an iris.

Do you have your answer? the gods ask, smiling.
There is no reply. We are drunk with nectar.