Caduceus

Conversation Reflected:
"Is this a helmet or a
bucket?"- "Whatever
it is, make use of it."-
"But if I use it like a
helmet then the bucket
will break, and if I use
it like a bucket I will
never be able to carry
the treasure inside of the
helmet."-"But a decision
has to be made."-"This is
bogus."
the dance: two dancers,
limbs twisting sweat
glistening in steps and
sweeps around each
other like snakes about
a wand. sometimes the
spinning makes it hard
to see what's going on
but doesn't make the
dance less beautiful.
the daughter of the sun wonders if the dance will bring a
blizzard and he does not know, Prometheus' words are
muted by the eagles beak, and he is the son of Orpheus
so how can he not plunge forward.
Hazard: At the edge of
the snowstorm I stood,
waiting. "what are you
waiting for?" There was
something left among
those snow flakes amidst the vapor, perhaps i can get it
back. "Does anyone want you to?" I look towards the snow.
the search: the last few nights i stalk the kitchen trying to
find what i want to eat. not chips, not fruit, not sandwiches.
i want something soft, something whole that will comfort
my being. then each
night i realize what
i'm looking for is
banana bread
muffins