189: Caeneus the Transformed

He sits on the porch when the storm arrives,

wind and rain hurling hail at his feet like heaps of pearls

washed up by a raging sea to silently rest at Caeneus' feet

after the transformation, a plea of forgiveness

from a raging god humbled by woman-turned-man

who sits touched but untouchable, reached but unreachable,

above the blues and watches

when rays of light burst through the clouds like jagged spears

searching, searching, never finding

the body they want to strike.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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