Across the Eternal
As we walked through the glen
Hermes talked. I realized he did this
because he could not bear silence.
Perhaps this was why the halls of Olympus
with their constant chatter and rumours
suited him so very well. The only change
in his demeanour came when I reached
for a golden fruit hanging from a tree.
Before I could raise it to my mouth,
his hand was on mine, quick as lightning.
‘Even Gods do not eat fruit from Elysium.’
It was a simple instruction but there was
an edge in his voice that demanded obedience.
When he looked away
I pocketed the fruit to examine later.
We walked for so long that I had to stop
and take a drink of nectar.
Hermes took the flask from my hands
without asking and drank long and deep.
I said nothing. I was slowly learning
that this was his nature. He drank
the whole world deeply, as if it belonged
to him.
For the Olympians did own
this whole world and everything in it, at least,
for now.
The Falls of Night
At last we were at a waterfall
somewhere in the middle