I’ll tell you how it started.
Standing in a shaft of light
I had a Delphic moment.
Feeling like Ovid or Homer
or perhaps Andy Warhol
I said, “O sing Muse”
sing of a time when
gods walked the earth like mortals.
And with my words they did.
The muses sang and
the gods walked.
Now my muses haunt my studio
dogging my steps
and offering recriminations
if I venture out of it.