Agrotere, you run through the forest,
barely slow enough for me to keep up.
I’m still not sure if I’m the hunter or the hunted.
Perhaps I’m both.
Ephesia, you nourish us all.
From the babes that you assisted into this world,
to the earth that those you kill return to.
I can hear your bees humming your praises.
Khryselakatos, every stare you shoot my way burns through me.
You shine brighter than I ever thought I could see,
your words ring louder than I thought I could hear.
Who am I, a mortal, to deserve you in my life?